Author: Laurell Hamilton

Cites

• Robert Frost (1)
  • IN: Skin Trade (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Sudden and swift and light as that The ties gave, And he learned of finalities Besides the grave.
    FROM: "The Impulse", (1916), Poem, US
• Anaïs Nin (1)
  • IN: Flirt (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
    FROM: The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934, (1966), Book, US/Cuba/France
• Gustave Flaubert (1)
  • IN: Bullet (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: One musn’t look at the abyss, because there is at the bottom an inexpressible charm which attracts us.
    FROM: NULL, (None), [NA], France
• William Shakespeare (1)
  • IN: Kiss The Dead (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I kiss’d thee ere I kill’d thee: no way but this; Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. – Speaking to the corpse of Desdemona, and kissing her, Othello dies
    FROM: Othello, (1622), Play, UK
• Robert Caro (1)
  • IN: Affliction (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: We’re taught Lord Acton’s axiom: all power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. I believed that when I started these books, but I don’t believe it’s always true anymore. Power doesn’t always corrupt. Power can cleanse. What I believe is always true about power is that power always reveals.
    FROM: The Guardian, (2012), Article, US
• John F. Kennedy (1)
  • IN: Affliction (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
    FROM: NULL, (1963), NULL, US
• Thomas Moore (1)
  • IN: A Shiver of Light (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber’s chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me.
    FROM: "Oft in the Stilly Night", (1817), Poem, Ireland