Author: Dan Wells

Cites

• T. S. Eliot (1)
  • IN: I Am Not A Serial Killer (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can’t build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder, which will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquillity will return again.
    FROM: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, (1915), Poem, UK
• Edgar Allan Poe (1)
  • IN: Mr. Monster (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw.
    FROM: Alone, (1875), Poem, US
• E. E. Cummings (1)
  • IN: I Don't Want to Kill You (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: where always it’s Spring) and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves
    FROM: Who knows if the moon's, (1925), Poem, US
• Thomas Moore (1)
  • IN: The Devil's Only Friend (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: This, this the doom must be Of all who’ve loved, and lived to see The few bright things they thought would stay For ever near them, die away.
    FROM: Alone In Crowds to Wander On, (1807), Poem, Ireland
• William Butler Yeats (1)
  • IN: Over Your Dead Body (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
    FROM: The Stolen Child, (1889), Poem, Ireland
• Emily Brontë (1)
  • IN: The Hollow City (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Oh dreadful is the check—intense the agony— When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see; When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again; The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.
    FROM: The Prisoner, (1846), Song, UK
• Chidiock Tichborne (1)
  • IN: Nothing Left to Lose (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I sought my death and found it in my womb, I lookt for life and saw it was a shade, I trode the earth and knew it was my tomb, And now I die, and now I am but made. The glass is full, and now the glass is run, And now I live, and now my life is done.
    FROM: Elegy, (1586), Poem, UK