Author: R. J. Ellory
Cites
- Booker T. & Bell, William Jones (1)
- IN: Bad Signs (2011) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: Born under a bad sign,
I been down since I began to crawl.
If it wasn't for bad luck,
I wouldn't have no luck at all.
FROM: Born Under a Bad Sign, (1968), Song, US
- Benjamin Disraeli (1)
- IN: A Simple Act of Violence (2012) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: Assassination has never changed the history of the world.
FROM: Addressing the House of Commons After the Assassination of Abraham Lincoln, (1865), Speech, UK
- Cynthia Ozick (1)
- IN: A Quiet Belief in Angels (2009) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: What we remember from childhood we remember forever-permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen.
FROM: Metaphors and Memory, (1989), Book, US
- Friedrich Nietzsche (1)
- IN: The Anniversary Man (2009) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
FROM: Beyond Good and Evil, (1886), Book, Germany
- William Carlos Williams (1)
- IN: Ghostheart (2004) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: My surface is myself.
Under which
to witness, youth is
buried. Roots?
Everybody has roots.
FROM: Paterson, (1946), Poem, Puerto-Rico/US
- Dorothy Allison (1)
- IN: A Dark and Broken Heart (2012) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: Things come apart so easily when they have been held together with lies.
FROM: Bastard Out of Carolina, (1992), Novel, US
- Jean Anouilh (1)
- IN: Saints of New York (2010) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: Saintliness is also a temptation.
FROM: Beckett, (1959), Play, France
- William Shakespeare (1)
- IN: The Devil and the River (2013) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: What's past is prologue.
FROM: The Tempest, (1623), Play, UK
- Le Corbusier (1)
- IN: City of Lies (2006) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: A hundred times have I thought New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times: It is a beautiful catastrophe.
FROM: When the Cathedrals were White, (1947), Book, Switzerland/France
- Constantin Stanislavski (1)
- IN: City of Lies (2006) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: Always you must play yourself. But it will be an infinite variety.
FROM: An Actor Prepares, (1936), Book, Russia