Author: Gene Wolfe

Cites

• Herodotus (2)
  • IN: Soldier of Sidon (2006) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The Aethiopians were clothed in the skins of leopards and lions, and had long bows made of the stem of the palm-leaf, not less than four cubits in length. On these they laid short arrows made of reed, and armed at the tip, not with iron, but with a piece of stone, sharpened to a point, of the kind used in engraving seals. They carried likewise spears, the head of which was the sharpened horn of an antelope; and in addition they had knotted clubs. When they went into battle they painted their bodies, half with chalk and half with vermilion.
    FROM: NULL, (-430), [NA], Greece
  • IN: Soldier of the mist (1986) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: First there was a struggle at the barricade of shields; then, the barricade down, a bitter and protracted fight, hand to hand, at the temple of Demeter…
    FROM: NULL, (None), [NA], Greece
• Lord Dunsany (1)
  • IN: The Knight (2003) Fantasy Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Who treads those level lands of gold, The level fields of mist and air, And rolling mountains manifold And towers of twilight over there? No mortal foot upon them strays, No archer in the towers dwells, But feet too airy for our ways Go up and down their hills and dells. The people out of old romance, And people that have never been, And those that on the border dance Between old history and between Resounding fable, as the king Who held his court at Camelot. There Guinevere is wandering And there the knight Sir Lancelot. And by yon precipice of white, As steep as Roncesvalles, and more, Within an inch of fancy’s sight, Roland the peerless rides to war. And just the tip of Quixote’s spear, The greatest of them all by far, Is surely visible from here! But no: it is the Evening Star.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Fitzgerald (1)
  • IN: The Urth of the New Sun (1987) Science Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan’s Turret in a Noose of Light.
    FROM: Translate of Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám, (1859), Book, Iran
• Osip Mandelstam (1)
  • IN: The Sword of the Lictor (1981) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Into the distance disappear the mounds of human heads. I dwindle — go unnoticed now. But in affectionate books, in children’s games, I will rise from the dead to say: the sun!
    FROM: NULL, (1937), Poem, Russia
• Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1)
  • IN: The Fifth Head of Cerberus (1972) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf’s young.
    FROM: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, (1798), Poem, UK
• Simonides of Ceos (1)
  • IN: An Evil Guest (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Gold is the kindest of all hosts when it shines in the sky, but comes as an evil guest to those who receive it in the hand.
    FROM: NULL, (None), [NA], Greece
• Franklin Delano Roosevelt (1)
  • IN: Free Live Free (1984) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The country needs and, unless I mistake its temper, the country demands bold, persistent experimentation.
    FROM: NULL, (1932), Speech, US
• Yves Meynard (1)
  • IN: The Wizard (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: You asked to become a knight, not an expert on knighthood. To train you further would make you into a scholar, not a fighting man. What remains for you to learn you must learn by living and doing.
    FROM: The Book of Knights, (1998), Book, Canada
• Rudyard Kipling (1)
  • IN: The Citadel of the Autarch (1983) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.
    FROM: "The Dawn Wind", (1911), Poem, UK
• NULL (2)
  • IN: On Blue's waters (1999) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: To Every Town: Like you we left friends and family and the light of the Long Sun for this new whorl we share with you. We would greet our brothers at home if we could. We have long wished to do this. Is it not so for you? He-hold-fire, a man of our town, has labored many seasons where our lander lifts high its head above our trees. The gray man speaks to He-hold-fire and to us, and it is his word that he will fly once again. Soon he will rise upon fire and fly like the eagle. We might clasp it to our bellies. That is not the way of hunters, and there are many beds of hide. Send a man to come with us. Send a woman, if it is your custom. One alone from each town of this new whorl, whether he or she. With us the one you send will return to our old home among the stars. Send soon. Send one only. We will not delay. Speak our word to others.
    FROM: The Men Of PAJAROCU, (1999), Fictional, NULL
  • IN: Shadow & Claw (1980) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL