Author: Jane Urquhart

Cites

• Emily Brontë (1)
  • IN: Changing Heaven (1993) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: How stil, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge, The changing heaven, the breezy weather.
    FROM: How Still, How Happy, (1902), Poem, UK
• Stephen Crane (1)
  • IN: Sanctuary Line (2010) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Slowly and beautifully the land loomed out of the sea. The wind came again. It had veered from the northeast to the southeast. Finally, a new sound struck the ears of the men in the boat. It was the low thunder of the surf on the shore. "we'll never be able to make the lighthouse now," said the captain. "Swing her head a little more north, Billie," said he.
    FROM: The Open Boat, (1897), Short story, US
• O' Neill, Eugene (1)
  • IN: The Night Stages (2015) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: As if I were the ghost of the fog
    FROM: Long Day's Journey into Night, (1956), Play, US
• NULL (1)
  • IN: Away (1993) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: The three most short-lived traces: the trace of a bird on a branch, the trace of a fish on a pool, and the trace of a man on a woman.
    FROM: an Irish triad, (None), NULL, Ireland
• Walter Allward (1)
  • IN: The Stone Carvers (2001) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: I have been eating and sleeping stone for so long it has become an obsession with me. And, incidentally, a nightmare.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Canada

Cited by

• Sandra Gulland (1)
  • IN: Mistress of the Sun (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I am blind for staring too long at the sun
    FROM: Hall of Mirrors, (1995), Poem, Canada