Author: Robert Graves

Cites

• Tacitus (1)
  • IN: I, Claudius (1934) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: ... A story that was the subject of every variety of misrepresentation, not only by those who then lived but likewise in succeeding times: so true is it that all transactions of pre-eminent importance are wrapt in doubt and obscurity; while some hold for certain facts the most precarious hearsays, others turn facts into falsehood; and both are exaggerated by posterity.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Italy

Cited by

• Doris Lessing (1)
  • IN: The Cleft (2007) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Man does, woman is.
    FROM: Man does, woman is., (1964), Book, UK
• Alexander Maksik (2)
  • IN: A Market to Measure Drift (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Take your delight in momentariness, Walk between dark and dark -- a shining space With the grave's narrowness, though not its peace.
    FROM: Sick Love, (1929), Poem, UK
  • IN: A Marker to Measure Drift (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Take your delight in momentariness, Walk between dark and dark -- a shining space With the grave's narrowness, though not its peace.
    FROM: "Sick Love", (1955), Poem, UK
• Louisa Young (1)
  • IN: The Heroes' Welcome (2014) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: It has taken me some ten years for my blood to recover.
    FROM: Goodbye to All That, (1929), Book, UK
• Ed McClanahan (1)
  • IN: O the Clear Moment (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: O the clear moment, when from the mouth A word flies, current immediately Among friends; or when a loving gift astounds As the identical wish nearest the heart; Or when a stone, volleyed in sudden danger, Strikes the rabid beast full on the snout!
    FROM: Fragment of a Lost Poem, (1938), Poem, UK
• Margaret Drabble (1)
  • IN: The Sea Lady (2006) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: You'll not forget these rocks and what I told you? You'll not forget me -- ever, ever, ever?
    FROM: Dialogue on the Headland', (1953), Poem, UK
• Michiel Heyns (1)
  • IN: The Children's Day (2002) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Children are dumb to say how hot the day is, How hot the scent is of the summer rose, How dreadful the black wastes of evening sky, How dreadful the tall soldiers drumming by. But we have speech, to chill the angry day, And speech, to dull the rose’s cruel scent. We spell away the overhanging night, We spell away the soldiers and the fright. There’s a cool web of language winds us in, Retreat from too much joy or too much fear: We grow sea-green at last and coldly die In brininess and volubility. But if we let our tongues lose self-possession, Throwing off language and its watery clasp Before our death, instead of when death comes, Facing the wide glare of the children’s day, Facing the rose, the dark sky and the drums, We shall go mad no doubt and die that way.
    FROM: The Cool Web, (1927), Poem, UK
• Guy Gavriel Kay (1)
  • IN: Ysabel (2007) Fantasy, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: There is one story and one story only That will prove worth your telling, Whether as learned bard or gifted child; To it all lines or lesser gauds belong That startle with their shining Such common stories as they stray into.
    FROM: To Juan at the Winter Solstice, (1945), Poem, NULL