Author: Paul Éluard

Cited by

• Patrick White (1)
  • IN: The Solid Mandala (1969) Fiction, Australian
    EPIGRAPH: There is another world, but it is in this one.
    FROM: Œuvres complètes, vol. 1, Gallimard, (1968), Book, France
• Derek Mahon (1)
  • IN: Harbour Lights (2005) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Nous nous aimerons tous et nos enfants riront De la légende noire où pleure un solitaire
    FROM: Notre vie, (1947), Poem, France
• Jack Gantos (1)
  • IN: The Trouble in Me (2015) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I must not look on reality as being like myself.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, France
• Annie Ernaux (1)
  • IN: Cleaned Out (1974) Fiction, French
    EPIGRAPH: J'ui conserve de faux tresors dans des armoires vides Un navire inutile joint mon enfance a mon ennui Mes jeux a la fatigue
    FROM: Comme deux gouttes d'eau, (1933), Poem, France
• Francoise Sagan (1)
  • IN: Sunlight on Gold Water (1969) Fiction, French
    EPIGRAPH: Inconnue, elle etait ma forme preferee, Celle qui m'enlevait le souci d'etre un homme, Et je la vois et je la perds et je subis Ma douleur, comme un peu de soleil dans l'eau froide.
    FROM: Vivre ici, (1926), Poem, France
• Simone Schwarz-Bart (1)
  • IN: The Bridge of Beyond (1972) Fiction, French
    EPIGRAPH: Belle sans terre ferme Sans parquet sans souliers sans draps (Beautiful without solid earth Without floor without shoes without sheets)
    FROM: Les Yeux fertiles, (1936), Book, France
• Gina Ochsner (1)
  • IN: The Russian Dreambook of Colour and Flight (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: There is another world, and it is in this one.
    FROM: NULL, (None), [NA], France
• Julia Navarro (1)
  • IN: The Brotherhood Of The Holy Shroud (2004) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: There are other worlds, but they are in this one
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, France
• Patrick Modiano (2)
  • IN: Suspended Sentences (1968) Fiction, French
    EPIGRAPH: Doorbells, dangling limbs, no one comes this far, Doorbells, swinging gates, a rage to disappear No dog has his day When the master's gone away.
    FROM: Unknown, (None), Poem, France