Author: Philip Larkin

Cited by

• Lynn Pan (1)
  • IN: Tracing it Home: A Chinese Journey (1992) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: ...in time, We half-identify the blind impress All our behavings bear, may trace it home
    FROM: Continuing to Live, (2003), Poem, UK
• David Nicholls (1)
  • IN: One Day (2009) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days? Ah, solving that question Brings the priest and the doctor In their long coats Running over the fields'
    FROM: Days, (1964), NULL, UK
• Chung Yee Chong (1)
  • IN: Five Takes (1974) Poetry, Singaporean
    EPIGRAPH: Always too eager for the future, we / Pick up bad habits of expectancy.
    FROM: Next, Please, (1964), Poem, UK
• Rowan Coleman (2)
  • IN: The Day we Met (2014) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone fidelity They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love.
    FROM: An Arundel Tomb, (1956), Poem, UK
  • IN: The Memory Book (2014) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone fidelity They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love.
    FROM: An Arundel Tomb, (1956), Poem, UK
• Francesca Kay (1)
  • IN: An Equal Stillness (2009) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Rather than words comes the thought of high windows: The sun-comprehending glass, And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
    FROM: High Windows, (1974), Poem, UK
• Cathleen Schine (1)
  • IN: They May Not Mean To, But They Do (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do.
    FROM: This Be The Verse, (1971), Song, UK
• Maggie Pouncey (1)
  • IN: Perfect Reader (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "You look as if you wished the place in Hell," My friend said, "judging from your face." "Oh well, I suppose it's not the place's fault," I said.
    FROM: I Remember, I Remember, (1955), Poem, UK
• Biman Nath (1)
  • IN: Nothing is Blue (2009) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: ...and beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
    FROM: High Windows, (1974), Book, UK
• Richard Mason (1)
  • IN: The Lighted Rooms (2008) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Perhaps being old is having lighted rooms Inside your head, and people in them, acting.
    FROM: The Old Fools, (1973), Poem, UK
• Jennifer Weiner (1)
  • IN: Good in Bed (2001) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, Shaped to the comfort of the last to go As if to win them back. Instead, bereft Of anyone to please, it withers so, Having no heart to put aside the theft And turn again to what it started as, A joyous shot at how things ought to be, Long fallen wide. You can see how it was: Look at the pictures and the cutlery. The music in the piano stool. That vase.
    FROM: Home is so Sad, (1964), Poem, UK
• Christine Dwyer Hickey (1)
  • IN: The Cold Eye of Heaven (2011) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse -- The good not done, the love not given, time Torn off unused -- nor wretchedly because An only life can take so long to climb
    FROM: "Aubade", (1980), Poem, UK
• Carol Cassella (1)
  • IN: Gemini (2014) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days? Ah, solving that question Brings the priest and the doctor In their long coats Running over the fields.
    FROM: Days, (1964), Poem, UK
• Thomas Harris (1)
  • IN: Hannibal Rising (2006) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: This is the first thing I have understood: Time is the echo of an axe Within a wood.
    FROM: Poem XXVI in The North Ship, (1945), Poem, UK
• T. C. Boyle (1)
  • IN: The Relive Box and Other Stories (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can. And don't have any kids yourself.
    FROM: "This Be the Verse", (1971), Poem, UK
• Laurie Frankel (1)
  • IN: Goodbye for Now (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: What will survive of us is love.
    FROM: "An Arundel Tomb", (1956), Poem, UK
• Martha Grimes (1)
  • IN: The Grave Maurice (2002) Fiction, Mystery Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Do memories plague their ears like flies? They shake their heads. Dusk brims the shadows. Summer by summer all stole away, The starting gates, the crowds and cries -- All but the unmolesting meadows, Almanacked, their names live; they Have slipped their names, and stand at ease, Or gallop for what must be joy, And not a fieldglass sees them home, Or curious stop-watch prophesies: Only the groom, and the groom's boy, With bridles in the evening come.
    FROM: "At Grass", (1955), Poem, UK
• Barry Jonsberg (1)
  • IN: Being Here (2011) Fiction, Australian
    EPIGRAPH: THE END At death you break up: the bits that were you Start speeding away from each other for ever With no one to see
    FROM: The Old Fools, (None), Poem, UK