Author: Jodi Picoult

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• NULL (4)
  • IN: Nineteen Minutes (2007) Fiction, Mystery Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy, and one for yourself."
    FROM: Chinese Proverb, (None), Proverb, China
  • IN: Plain Truth (2000) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I must be a Christian child Gentle, patient, meek and mild; Must be honest, simple, true In my words and actions too. . . Must remember, God can view All I think, and all I do.
    FROM: Amish school verse, (None), NULL, US
  • IN: Salem Falls (2001) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after. Then up Jack got and home did trot as fast as he could caper, To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob, With vinegar and brown paper.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• William Carlos Williams (1)
  • IN: Mercy (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: “What power has love but forgiveness? / In other words / by its intervention / what has been done / can be undone. / What good is it otherwise?”
    FROM: Pictures from Brueghel and Other Poems, (1962), Poem, US
• Henry David Thoreau (2)
  • IN: Vanishing Acts (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: “What other words, we may almost ask, are memorable and worthy to be repeated than those which love has inspired? It is wonderful that they were ever uttered. They are few and rare indeed, but, like a strain of music, they are incessantly repeated and modulated by memory. All other words crumble off with the stucco which overlies the heart. We should not dare to repeat these now aloud. We are not competent to hear them at all times. ”
    FROM: A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, (1849), Book, US
  • IN: Nineteen Minutes (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: What other words, we may almost ask, are memorable and worthy to be repeated than those which love has inspired? It is wonderful that they were ever uttered. They are few and rare indeed, but, like a strain of music, they are incessantly repeated and modulated by memory. All other words crumble off with the stucco which overlies the heart. We should not dare to repeat these now aloud. We are not competent to hear them at all times.
    FROM: A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, (1849), Book, US
• Edward Field (1)
  • IN: The Tenth Circle (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "In the very earliest time, / when both people and animals lived on earth, / a person could become a human being. / Sometimes they were poeple / and sometimes animals / and there was no difference. / All spoke the same language. / That was the time when words were like magic. / The human mind had mysterious powers. / A word spoken by chance / might have strange consequences. / It would suddenly come alive / and what people wanted to happen could happen - / all you had to do was say it. / Nobody could explain this: / That's the way it was."
    FROM: An Inuit woman, (1973), Interview, US
• Lewis Carroll (1)
  • IN: Change of Heart (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: “Alice laughed. 'There's no use trying,' she said. 'One can't believe impossible things.' / I daresay you haven't had much practice,' said the Queen. 'When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.""
    FROM: Through the Looking-Glass, (1871), Novel, UK
• Simon Wiesenthal (1)
  • IN: The Storyteller (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: It is impossible to believe anything in a world that has ceased to regard man as man, that repeatedly proves that one is no longer a man.
    FROM: The Sunflower, (1969), Book, Austria
• Carl von Clausewitz (1)
  • IN: My Sister's Keeper (2004) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: No one starts a war—or rather, no one in his sense ought to do so—without first being clear in his mind what he intends to achieve by that war and how he intends to conduct it.
    FROM: Vom Kriege, (1832), Book, Germany
• Carl Sandburg (1)
  • IN: My Sister's Keeper (2004) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Maybe thousands of years, brother.
    FROM: Kin, (1916), Poem, US
• John Milton (1)
  • IN: Keeping Faith (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• Ian Fletcher (1)
  • IN: Keeping Faith (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: “Sure, lots of people believe in God. Lots of people used to believe the world was flat, too.”
    FROM: New York Times, (1998), Article, US
• Thomas Jefferson (1)
  • IN: Sing You Home (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: No man has a natural right to commit aggression on the equal rights of another, and this is all from which the laws ought to restrain him.
    FROM: Letter to Francis W. Gilmer, (1816), Letter, US
• Christopher Marlowe (1)
  • IN: The Pact (1998) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Who ever loved thatloved not at first sight?
    FROM: Hero and Leander, (1598), Poem, UK
• Thomas Otway (1)
  • IN: The Pact (1998) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.
    FROM: The Orphan, (1680), Play, UK
• Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1)
  • IN: Second Glance (2003) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: What if you slept? And what if in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you woke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah! What then?
    FROM: What if you slept, (1895), Poem, UK
• Francois Duc De La Rochefoucauld (1)
  • IN: Second Glance (2003) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
    FROM: Maxim 76, Reflections; or Sentences and Moral Maxims (1665–1678), (1678), Book, France
• Arthur Miller (1)
  • IN: Salem Falls (2001) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Is there no good penitence but it be public?
    FROM: The Crucible, (1953), Play, US
• Vladimir Nabokov (1)
  • IN: Vanishing Acts (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I think it is a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
    FROM: Interview, (None), Interview, Russia
• Charles Baudelaire (1)
  • IN: Vanishing Acts (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.
    FROM: La Fanfarlo, (1847), Novel, France
• Marcus Cicero (1)
  • IN: Vanishing Acts (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Nothing stands out so conspicuously, or remains so firmly fixed in the memory, as something which you have blundered
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Italy
• Galway Kinnell (1)
  • IN: Vanishing Acts (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Sometimes it is necessary To reteach a thing its loveliness
    FROM: St. Francis and the Sow, (1980), Poem, US
• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1)
  • IN: Vanishing Acts (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
    FROM: The Fire of Drift-wood, (1850), Poem, US
• Robert Frost (1)
  • IN: Vanishing Acts (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Why is there then No more to tell? We turned to other things. I haven't any memory--have you?-- Of ever coming to the place again.
    FROM: The Exposed Nest, (1916), Poem, US
• Friedrich Nietzsche (1)
  • IN: Vanishing Acts (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "I have done it," says memory. "I cannot have dont it," says my pride, refusing to budge. In the end--my memory yields.
    FROM: Beyond Good and Evil, (1886), Book, Germany
• Marcus Quintilian (1)
  • IN: Vanishing Acts (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A liar should have a good memory.
    FROM: Institutions Oratoriae, (95), Book, Italy
• Anne Sexton (1)
  • IN: Vanishing Acts (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: But what do you keep of me? The memory of my bones flying up into your hands.
    FROM: The Surgeon, (1978), Poem, US
• Terry Williams (1)
  • IN: Vanishing Acts (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "Memory is the only way home."
    FROM: Listen to Their Voices, (1993), Book, US