Author: Robert Louis Stevenson

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• Robert Louis Stevenson (1)
  • IN: Treasure Island (1882) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: TO THE HESITATING PURCHASER If sailor tales to sailor tunes, Storm and adventure, heat and cold, If schooners, islands, and maroons And Buccaneers and buried Gold, And all the old romance, retold Exactly in the ancient way, Can please, as me they pleased of old, The wiser youngsters of to-day: – So be it, and fall on! If not, If studious youth no longer crave, His ancient appetites forgot, Kingston, or Ballantyne the brave, Or Cooper of the wood and wave: So be it, also! And may I And all my pirates share the grave Where these and their creations lie!
    FROM: Treasure Island, (1883), Novel, UK
• NULL (2)
  • IN: Weir of Hermistone (1986) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I saw rain falling and the rainbow drawn On Lammermuir. Hearkening I heard again In my precipitous city beaten bells Winnow the keen sea wind. And here afar, Intent on my own race and place, I wrote. Take thou the writing: thine it is. For who Burnished the sword, blew on the drowsy coal, Held still the target higher, chary of praise And prodigal of counsel - who but thou? So now, in the end, if this the least be good, If any deed be done, if any fire Burn in the imperfect page, the praise be thine.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
  • IN: The Ebb-Tide (1894) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: 'There is a tide in the affairs of men.'
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Marvell (1)
  • IN: An Inland Voyage (1878) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Thus sang they in the English boat.
    FROM: Bermudas, (None), Poem, NULL

Cited by

• Alexia Casale (2)
  • IN: House of Windows (2015) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.
    FROM: Truth of Intercourse', Essays: English & American, (1879), Essay, UK
• William Hussey (1)
  • IN: Jekyll's Mirror (2015) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: ...whatever he had done, Edward Hyde would pass away like the stain of a breath upon a mirror.
    FROM: The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, (1886), Short Story, UK
• Aimee Agresti (1)
  • IN: Infatuate (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: There was something strange in my sensations, something indescribably sweet. I felt younger, lighter, happier in body; within I was conscious of a heady recklessness, a current of disordered sensual images running like a mill-race in my fancy, a solution of the bonds of obligation, an unknown but not innocent freedom of the soul.
    FROM: Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde, (1886), Novella, UK
• A. E. Rought (1)
  • IN: Tainted (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: With every day, and from both sides of my inteliigence, the moral and the intellectual, I thus drew steadily nearer to that truth, by whose partial discovery I have been doomed to such a dreadful shipwreck: that man is not truly one, but truly two.
    FROM: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde, (1886), Short Story, UK
• Alex Grecian (1)
  • IN: The Harvest Man (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: When children are playing alone on the green, In comes the playmate that never was seen. When children are happy and lonely and good, The Friend of the Children comes out of the wood. Nobody heard him, and nobody saw, His is a picture you never could draw, But he’s sure to be present, abroad or at home, When children are happy and playing alone. He lies in the laurels, he runs on the grass, He sings when you tinkle the musical glass; Whene’er you are happy and cannot tell why, The Friend of the Children is sure to be by! He loves to be little, he hates to be big, ’Tis he that inhabits the caves that you dig; ’Tis he when you play with your soldiers of tin That sides with the Frenchmen and never can win. ’Tis he, when at night you go off to your bed, Bids you go to sleep and not trouble your head; For wherever they’re lying, in cupboard or shelf, ’Tis he will take care of your playthings himself!
    FROM: The Unseen Playmate: A Child’s Garden of Verses, (1885), Book, UK
• Terry Brooks (1)
  • IN: Wizard at Large (1988) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: At that word the young man let his glass slip through his fingers, and looked upon Keawe like a ghost. 'The price,' says he; 'the price! You do not know the price?' 'It is for that I am asking you,' returned Keawe. 'But why are you so much concerned?' Is there something wrong about the price?' 'It has dropped a great deal in value since your time, Mr. Keawe,' said the young man, stammering. 'Well, well, I shall have the less to pay for it,' says Keawe. 'How much did it cost you?' The young man was white as a sheet. 'Two cents,' said he. 'What?' cried Keawe, 'two cents? Why, then, you can only sell it for one. And he who buys it --' The words died upon Keawe's tongue; he who bought it could never sell it again, the bottle and the bottle imp must abide with him until he died, and when he died must carry him to the red end of hell.
    FROM: The Bottle Imp, (1891), Short story, UK
• Stephen Gallagher (1)
  • IN: Boathouse (1992) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Old and young, we are all on our last cruise.
    FROM: Crabbed Age and Youth, (1881), Essay, UK
• Robert Louis Stevenson (1)
  • IN: Treasure Island (1882) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: TO THE HESITATING PURCHASER If sailor tales to sailor tunes, Storm and adventure, heat and cold, If schooners, islands, and maroons And Buccaneers and buried Gold, And all the old romance, retold Exactly in the ancient way, Can please, as me they pleased of old, The wiser youngsters of to-day: – So be it, and fall on! If not, If studious youth no longer crave, His ancient appetites forgot, Kingston, or Ballantyne the brave, Or Cooper of the wood and wave: So be it, also! And may I And all my pirates share the grave Where these and their creations lie!
    FROM: Treasure Island, (1883), Novel, UK
• Matthew Yorke (1)
  • IN: Pictures of Lily (2010) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: It is one thing to mortify curiousity, another to conquer it.
    FROM: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and My Hyde, (1886), Short story, UK
• David Swinson (1)
  • IN: The Second Girl (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Keep your eyes open to your mercies. The man who forgets to be thankful has fallen asleep in life.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Philip Schultz (1)
  • IN: The Wherewithal (2001) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Henry Jekyll stood at times aghast before the acts of Edward Hyde; but the situation was apart from ordinary laws, and insidiously relaxed the grasp of conscience. It was Hyde, after all, that was guilty.
    FROM: The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, (1886), Novella, UK
• Erica Spindler (2)
  • IN: In Silence (2003) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "The cruelest lies are often told in silence."
    FROM: Truth of Intercourse, (1881), Essay, UK
• James P. and Cussler, Clive Delgado (1)
  • IN: Adventures of a Sea Hunter: In Search of Famous Shipwrecks (2004) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: His stories were what frightened people worst of all. Dreadful stories they were — about hanging, and walking the plank, and storms at sea, and the Dry Tortugas, and wild deeds and places on the Spanish Main
    FROM: Trasure Island, (1883), Novel, UK
• Louisa Young (1)
  • IN: A Great Task of Happiness: The Life of Kathleen Scott (2014) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: If I have faltered more or less In my great task of happiness...
    FROM: The Celestial Surgeon, (1887), Poem, UK
• Margot Livesey (1)
  • IN: The Flight of Gemma Hardy (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Home is the sailor, home from the sea And the hunter home from the hill.
    FROM: Requiem, (1890), Poem, UK
• Dana Stabenow (1)
  • IN: So Sure Of Death (1999) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Home is the sailor, home from the sea And the hunter, home from the hill.
    FROM: Requiem, (1890), Poem, UK
• Daniel Levine (2)
  • IN: Hyde (2014) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Sir, if that was my master, why had he a mask upon his face?
    FROM: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, (1886), Novel, UK
• Mario Reading (1)
  • IN: The Nostradamus Prophecies (1999) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: ‘Our business in this world is not to succeed, but to continue to fail, in good spirits.’
    FROM: Robert Louis Stevenson, Complete Works, vol. 26, Reflections and Remarks on Human Life, (1895), Book, UK
• Nancy Horan (1)
  • IN: Under the Wide and Starry Sky (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Out of my country and myself I go.
    FROM: The Amateur Emigrant, (1895), Book, UK
• Brian Doyle (1)
  • IN: The Plover (2014) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: These last two years I have been much at sea, and I have never wearied; and never once did I lose my fidelity to blue water and a ship... my exile to the place of schooners and islands can be in no sense regarded as a calamity.
    FROM: to Henry James, (1890), NULL, UK
• Linda Castillo (1)
  • IN: Her Last Breath (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The cruelest lies are often told in silence.
    FROM: Virginibus Puerisque, (1881), Essay, UK
• Maud Casey (1)
  • IN: The Man Who Walked Away (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I travel not to go anywhere but to go. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more nearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilization, and to find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flint.
    FROM: Travels With a Donkey in the Cévennes, (1879), Book, UK
• Patrick Modiano (1)
  • IN: Suspended Sentences (1968) Fiction, French
    EPIGRAPH: There is scarce a family that can count four generations but lays a claim to some dormant title or some castle and estate: a claim not prosecutable in any court of law, but flattering to the fancy and a great alleviation of idle hours. A man's claim to his own past is yet less valid.
    FROM: A Chapter on Dreams, (1892), Essay, UK
• Frederick William Christian (1)
  • IN: The Caroline Islands: Travel in the Sea of the Little Lands (1899) Non-Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Go little book and wish to all Flowers in the garden, meat in the hall.
    FROM: Underwoods, (1887), Poem, UK