Author: John Lutz

Cites

• Edna St. Vincent Millay (2)
  • IN: Mister X (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And what are you that, missing you I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake? -
    FROM: The Philosopher, (1922), Poem, US
  • IN: Serial (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every slanting silver line…
    FROM: Renascence, (1912), Poem, US
• NULL (3)
  • IN: Buyer Beware (1976) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Caveat emptor quia ignorare non debuit quod jus alienum emit. Let the buyer beware because he should not be ignorant of the property that he is buying.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
  • IN: In for the Kill (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: At the cross, her station keeping, Stood the mournful mother, weeping, Where he hung, the dying Lord.
    FROM: Stabat Mater, (1250), Song, NULL
  • IN: The Night Caller (2001) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In ancient shadows and twilights Where childhood has stayed Great human tragedies are born and heroes made. In the lost childhood of Judas Christ was betrayed.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• John Hall Wheelock (1)
  • IN: Pulse (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: There is a panther caged within my breast, But what his name, there is no breast shall know, Save mine, nor what it is that drives him so Backward and forward, in relentless quest.
    FROM: The Black Panther, (1922), Book, US
• Joseph Addison (1)
  • IN: Tropical Heat (1986) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: When love’s well-timed ’tis not a fault to love; The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise, Sink in the soft captivity together.
    FROM: Cato, (1713), Play, UK
• Matthew Prior (1)
  • IN: Lightning (1996) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The winds grow high; Impending tempests charge the sky; The lightning flies, the thunder roars; and big waves lash the frightened shores.
    FROM: The Lady's Looking Glass, (1718), Poem, UK
• Nathaniel Lee (1)
  • IN: Hot (1992) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: When the sun sets, shadows, that showed at noon But small, appear most long and terrible.
    FROM: Oedipus, (1679), Book, UK
• William Shakespeare (6)
  • IN: Flame (1990) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A little fire is quickly trodden out; Which, being suffer’d, rivers cannot quench.
    FROM: Henry VI, (1623), Play, UK
  • IN: Fear the Night (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: For a dark hour or twain.
    FROM: Macbeth. Act III. Sc.2. L. 404., (1623), Play, UK
  • IN: Night Victims (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: News fitting to the night, Black, fearful, comfortless and horrible.
    FROM: King John, Act V, (1623), Play, UK
  • IN: Darker than Night (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
    FROM: Venus and Adonis, (1593), Poem, UK
  • IN: Chill of Night (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
    FROM: Titus Andronicus, (1594), Play, UK
  • IN: The Ex (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: This is the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent property foredoes itself, And leads the will to desperate undertakings.
    FROM: Hamlet Act II Scene 1, (1603), Play, UK
• Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (2)
  • IN: Torch (1994) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: If I should love you, what business is it of yours?
    FROM: Philine in Bk. IV, Ch. 9, Wilhelm Meister's Lehrjahre, (1795), Book, Germany
  • IN: Burn (1995) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: With knowledge doubt increases.
    FROM: Maxims and Reflections, (1833), Book, Germany
• John Masefield (1)
  • IN: Spark (1993) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Only stay quiet, while my mind remembers The beauty of fire from the beauty of embers.
    FROM: On Growing Old, (1919), Poem, UK
• Rudyard Kipling (1)
  • IN: Urge to Kill (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: They change their skies above them, But not their hearts that roam.
    FROM: The Native-Born, (1894), Poem, England/ India
• John Lutz (1)
  • IN: Urge to Kill (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Why do I often meet your visage here? Your eyes like agate lanterns—on and on Below the toothpaste and the dandruff ads?
    FROM: Hart Crane in The Tunnel (New York Subway), (1930), Poem, US
• Benson (1)
  • IN: Single White Female (1990) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Friend, of my intimate dreams Little enough endures; Little however it seems, It is yours, all yours
    FROM: The Gift, (None), NULL, NULL
• Cicero (1)
  • IN: Single White Female (1990) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A friend is, as it were, a second self
    FROM: De Amicitia, (-44), Book, Italy
• Edward Young (1)
  • IN: Scorcher (1987) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I see the Judge enthroned; the flaming guard: The volume open’d! — open’d every heart!
    FROM: Night Thoughts, (1742), NULL, UK
• von Hentig, Hans (1)
  • IN: Dancing with the Dead (1992) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In a sense the victim shapes and molds the criminal… To know one we must be acquainted with the complementary partner.
    FROM: The Criminal and His Victim, (1948), Book, Germany
• Alexander Pope (3)
  • IN: Night Victims (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The spider’s touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
    FROM: Essay on Man, (1734), Essay, UK
  • IN: Darker than Night (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul.
    FROM: Eloisa to Abelard, (1717), NULL, UK
  • IN: Dancer's Debt (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: You purchase pain with all that joy can give.
    FROM: Moral Essays, (1497), Poem, UK
• James Stephens (2)
  • IN: Serial (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I hear a sudden cry of pain! There is a rabbit in a snare…
    FROM: The Snare, (1915), Poem, Ireland
  • IN: Night Kills (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Women and birds are able to see without turning their heads, and that is indeed a necessary provision, for they are both surrounded by enemies.
    FROM: The Demi-Gods, (1914), Novel, Ireland
• Bible (2)
  • IN: Chill of Night (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Render therefore to all their dues
    FROM: Bible, Romans XIII.7, (100), Bible, NULL
  • IN: The Night Watcher (2002) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: When you walk through the fire you will not be burned, The flames will not set you ablaze.
    FROM: Bible, Isaiah 43:2, (-165), Bible, NULL
• Lord Byron (1)
  • IN: Chill of Night (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.
    FROM: Childe Harold, (1812), Poem, UK
• Coleridge (1)
  • IN: In for the Kill (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.
    FROM: The Three Graves, (1809), Poem, UK
• Kipling (1)
  • IN: In for the Kill (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: If I were hung on the highest hill, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine.
    FROM: Mother O'Mine, (1892), Song, UK
• J. G. Saxe (1)
  • IN: Kiss (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And for every kiss I owe, I can pay you back, you know. Kiss me, then, Every moment—and again.
    FROM: To Lesbia, (None), NULL, NULL
• Hart Crane (1)
  • IN: Twist (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Who is this woman with us in the dawn? Whose is the flesh our feet have moved upon?
    FROM: The Harbor Dawn, (1930), Poem, US
• Goethe (1)
  • IN: Burn (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: With knowledge doubt increases.
    FROM: Maxims and Reflections, (1833), Book, Germany
• Shelley (1)
  • IN: The Night Caller (2001) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Sleep, the fresh dew of languid love, the rain Whose drops quench kisses till they burn again.
    FROM: Epipsychidion, (1821), Poem, UK
• Milton (1)
  • IN: The Night Watcher (2002) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Yet from these flames No light, but rather darkness visible.
    FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
• George Eliot (1)
  • IN: Nightlines (1984) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Dark the night Yet is she bright For in her dark she brings the mystic star Trembling yet strong, as is the voice of love From some unknown afar.
    FROM: Spanish Gypsy, (1868), Poem, UK
• Professor Francis M. Nevins (1)
  • IN: Death By Jury (1995) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The law is like SIlly Putty.
    FROM: NULL, (1988), NULL, NULL
• Byron (1)
  • IN: Time Exposure (1989) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Time, the avenger! unto thee I lift My hands, and eyes, and heart, and crave of Thee a gift.
    FROM: Childe Harold, (1812), Poem, UK
• Schiller (1)
  • IN: Time Exposure (1989) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: WHo knows what may be sumbering in the background of time!
    FROM: Don Carlos, (1787), Play, Germany
• Eugene Field (1)
  • IN: Thicker Than Blood (1993) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew.
    FROM: Wynken, Blynken and Nod, (1889), Poem, US
• Abraham Crowley (1)
  • IN: Diamond Eyes (1990) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: “Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.”
    FROM: Davideis, (1656), Poem, NULL
• James Thomas (1)
  • IN: Diamond Eyes (1990) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The lively diamond drinks thy purest rays.
    FROM: The Seasons, (1730), Poem, UK
• Thomas Gray (1)
  • IN: Slaughter (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
    FROM: Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College, (1747), NULL, UK
• Ralph Waldo Emerson (1)
  • IN: Dancer's Debt (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill? Pay every debt, as if God wrote the bill.
    FROM: Solution, (1867), NULL, US

Cited by

• John Lutz (1)
  • IN: Urge to Kill (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Why do I often meet your visage here? Your eyes like agate lanterns—on and on Below the toothpaste and the dandruff ads?
    FROM: Hart Crane in The Tunnel (New York Subway), (1930), Poem, US