Author: David Peace

Cites

• Bible (2)
  • IN: The Damned UTD (2006) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I have forsaken mine house, I have left mine heritage; I have given the dearly beloved of my soul into the hand of her enemies. Mine heritage is unto me as a lion in the forest; It crieth out against me, therefore have I hated it. Mine heritage is unto me as a speckled bird, the birds round about are against her; Come ye, assemble all the beats of the field, come to devour.
    FROM: Bible, Jeremiah, Chapter 12, Verses 7-9, (-165), Bible, NULL
  • IN: Nineteen Seventy-Seven (2000) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: When a righteous man turneth away from his righteousness, and committeth iniquity, and dieth in them; for his inquity that he hath done shall he die. Again, when the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive.
    FROM: Ezekiel 18, 26-27, (-165), Bible, NULL
• Harry S. Truman (1)
  • IN: Nineteen Seventy-Four (1999) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The only thing new in this world is the history you don't know.
    FROM: Interview in "Plain Speaking : An Oral Biography of Harry S Truman", (1973), Book, US
• Antonin Artaud (1)
  • IN: Occupied City (2009) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The obedient and virtuous son kills his father. The chaste man performs sodomy upon his neighbours. The lecher becomes pure. The miser throws his gold in handfuls out of the window. The warrior hero sets fire to the city he once risked his life to save.
    FROM: The Theatre and the Plague, (1933), Book, France
• NULL (1)
  • IN: Nineteen Eighty-Three (2002) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Oh, this is the way to the fairy wood, Where the wolf ate Little Red Riding Hood; But this is the riddle that you must tell -- How is it, if it so befell, That he ate her up in that horrid way, In these pretty pages she lives today?
    FROM: Traditional, (None), [NA], NULL
• Edgar Allan Poe (1)
  • IN: Nineteen Eighty (2001) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    FROM: The Raven, (1845), Poem, US
• Ryūnosuke Akutagawa (1)
  • IN: Patient X (2018) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Among the palm flowers, among the bamboo, Buddha has already fallen asleep. By the roadside, a withered fig tree, Christ, too, seems to be dead. Yet we need to rest, Even before the stage set, (If we look behind that set, We find only a patched-up canvas)
    FROM: "The Collected Works of Tock", in Kappa, (1927), Poem, Japan