Author: Anon

Cited by

• Peter Ackroyd (1)
  • IN: The Plato Papers (1999) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: It is sometimes considered wayward or importunate to paint a portrait of one man, yet we know from the pictures of parishioners lit upon the Wall of our great and glorious city that a single feature or glance may embody a fateful moment or an eventful transaction. So I intend to conjure up a likeness of Platio, the great orator of London, in a similar fashion. I will practise the art of selection; like the displays of our actors continually before us, some events will be presented on a grand scale and others diminished. The conventions of spherical drama will be preserved from the beginning to the end; the revelations and lamentations, for example, will be strict keeping with each other. By these means we may see his unhappily brief life as a continual search after truth. But it will also be my duty faithfully to record Plato's final days in the city and to ascertain how a cruel superstition exercised boundless dominion over the most elevated and benevolent mind.
    FROM: The Plato Papers, (1999), Fictional, NULL
• Glyn Maxwell (1)
  • IN: On Poetry (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: "Oh, then I must be going, child!" said Meet-on-the-Road. "So far you well, so fare you well," said Child-as-it-stood.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Navtej Sarna (1)
  • IN: We Weren't Lovers Like That (2003) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: I regret picking and not picking violets.
    FROM: NULL, (None), [NA], NULL
• Stephen Hunt (1)
  • IN: Secrets of the Fire Sea (2010) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: You would not cling to his guiding hand if the way was always bright. And you would not care to walk by faith could you always walk by sight.
    FROM: NULL, (None), [NA], NULL
• Michael Crichton (1)
  • IN: Drug of Choice (1970) Thriller, Mystery, Suspense, American
    EPIGRAPH: Give me librium or give me meth!
    FROM: NULL, (None), [NA], NULL
• Gil Adamson (1)
  • IN: The Outlander (2007) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Now goes the sun under the wood, I pity, Mary, the fair face. Now goes the sun under the tree, I pity, Mary, thy son and thee.
    FROM: NULL, (1250), [NA], NULL