Author: Michael Cunningham

Cites

• Walt Whitman (1)
  • IN: Specimen Days (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Fear not O muse! truy new ways and days receive, surround you, I candidly confess a queer, queer race of novel fashion, And yet the same old human race, the same within, without, Faces and hearts the same old love, beauty and use the same
    FROM: Song of the Exposition, (1871), Poem, US
• J.L Borges (1)
  • IN: The Hours (1998) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: We'll hunt for a third tiger now, but likw the others this one too will be a form of what I dream, a structure of words, and not the flesh and bone tiger that beyond all myths paces the earth. I know these things quite well, yet nonetheless some force keeps driving me in this vague, unreasonable, and ancient quest, and I go on pursuing through the hours another tiger, the beast not found in verse.
    FROM: The Other Tiger, (1960), Poem, Argentina
• Virginia Woolf (1)
  • IN: The Hours (None) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I have no time to describe my plans. I should say a good deal about The Hours, & my discovery; how I dig out beautiful caves behind my characters; I think that gives exactly what I want; humanity, humour, depth. The idea is that caves shall connect, & each comes to daylight at the present moment.
    FROM: Diary, August 30, 1923, (1923), Diary, UK
• Gertrude Stein (1)
  • IN: Flesh and Blood (1995) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Once and angry man dragged his father along the ground through his own orchard. "Stop!" cried the groaning old man at last. "Stop! I did not drag my father beyond this tree."
    FROM: The Making of Americans, (1925), Novel, US
• Rainer Maria Rilke (1)
  • IN: By Nightfall (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
    FROM: Duino Elegies, (1923), Poem, Austria
• Hans Christian Andersen (1)
  • IN: The Snow Queen (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Empty, vast, and cold were the halls of the Snow Queen. The flickering flame of the northern lights could be plainly seen, whether they rose high or low in the heavens, from every part of the castle. In the midst of its empty, endless hall of snow was a frozen lake, broken on its surface into a thousand forms; each piece resembled another, from being in itself perfect as a work of art, and in the centre of this lake sat the Snow Queen, when she was at home. She called the lake "The Mirror of Reason," and said that it was the best, and indeed the only one in the world.
    FROM: The Snow Queen, (1844), Short story, Denmark
• Wallace Stevens (1)
  • IN: A Home at the End of the World (1990) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: There it was, word for word The poem that took the place of a mountain. He breathed in its oxygen, Even when the book lay turned in the dust of his table. It reminded him how he had needed A place to go to in his own direction, How he had recomposed the pines, Shifted the rocks and picked his way among clouds, For the outlook that would be right, Where he would be complete in an unexplained completion: The exact rock where his inexactnesses Would discover, at last, the view toward which they had edged, Where he could lie and, gazing down at the sea, Recognize his unique and solitary home.
    FROM: The Poem That Took the Place of a Mountain, (1954), Poem, US

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• Gina Frangello (1)
  • IN: A Life in Men (2014) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Maybe there is nothing, ever, that can equal the recollection of having been young together.
    FROM: The Hours, (1998), Novel, US