Author: Guy Gavriel Kay

Cites

• W. B. Yeats (1)
  • IN: Lord of Emperors (2000) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Turning and turning in a widening gyre . . .
    FROM: The Second Coming, (1920), Poem, Ireland
• NULL (1)
  • IN: The Last Light of the Sun (2003) Fantasy, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: I have a tale for you: winter pours The wind is high, cold; its course is short The bracken is very red; The cry of the barnacle goose Cold has taken Season of ice; a stag bells summer has gone. the sun is low; the sea is strong running. its shape has been hidden. has become usual. the wings of birds. this is my tale.
    FROM: The Liber Hymnorum Manuscript, (None), NULL, Ireland
• Dante Alighieri (1)
  • IN: Tigana (1990) Fantasy, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: All that you held most dear you will put by and leave behind you; and this is the arrow the longbow of your exile first lets fly. You will come to know how bitter as salt and stone is the bread of others, how hard the way that goes up and down stairs that never are your own.
    FROM: The Paradiso, (1472), Poem, Italy
• George Seferis (1)
  • IN: Tigana (1990) Fantasy, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: What can a flame remember? If it remembers a little less than is necessary, it goes out; if it remembers a little more than is necessary, it goes out. If only it could teach us, while it burns, to remember correctly.
    FROM: Stratis the Sailor Describes a Man, (None), Poem, Greece
• Li Shimin, Tang Emperor Taizong (1)
  • IN: Under Heaven (2010) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: With bronze as a mirror one can correct one's appearance; with history as a mirror, one can understand the rise and fall of a state; with good men as a mirror, one can distinguish right from wrong.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, China
• Robert Graves (1)
  • IN: Ysabel (2007) Fantasy, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: There is one story and one story only That will prove worth your telling, Whether as learned bard or gifted child; To it all lines or lesser gauds belong That startle with their shining Such common stories as they stray into.
    FROM: To Juan at the Winter Solstice, (1945), Poem, NULL