Author: Salman Rushdie

Cites

• William Shakespeare (2)
  • IN: Joseph Anton: A memoir (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge
    FROM: The Tempest, (1623), Play, UK
  • IN: Shalimar the Clown (2005) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: A plague on both your houses.
    FROM: Romeo and Juliet, (1597), Play, UK
• NULL (4)
  • IN: Luka and the Fire of Life (2010) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Magic lands lie all around, Inside, outside, underground. Looking-glass worlds still abound. All their tales this truth reveal: Naught but love makes magic real.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
  • IN: Haround and the Sea of Stories (1990) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Zembla, Zenda, Xanadu: All our dream-worlds may come true. Fairy lands are fearsome too. As I wander far from view Read, and bring me home to you.
    FROM: NULL, (1990), Author, NULL
  • IN: Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: She saw the dawn approach, and fell silent, discreetly.
    FROM: The Thousand Nights and One Night, (850), Book, Middle East
  • IN: The Golden House (2017) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Give me a copper penny and I'll tell you a golden story.
    FROM: qtd by Pliny (the cry of street-corner storytellers in ancient Rome), (None), [NA], Italy
• R. M. Rilke (2)
  • IN: The Ground Beneath her Feet (1999) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Set up no stone to his memory. Just let the rose bloom each year for his sake. For it is Orpheus. His metamorphosis in this one and in this. We should not trouble about other names. Once and for all it's Orpheus when there's singing...
    FROM: Sonnets to Orpheus (translated by M.D. Herter Norton, (1942), Poem, Bohemia
  • IN: The Ground Beneath Our Feet (1999) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Set up no stone to his memory. Just let the rose bloom each year for his sake. For it is Orpheus. His metamorphosis into this and that. We should not trouble about other names. Once and for all it's Orpheus when there's singing.
    FROM: Sonnets to Orpheus (trans. by M. D. Herter Norton), (1922), Poem, Bohemia/Austria
• Francesco Petrarca (1)
  • IN: The Enchantress of Florence (None) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Her way of moving was no mortal thing but of angelic form: and her speech rang higher than a mere human voice. A celestial spirit, a living sun was what I saw...
    FROM: Sonnet 90 (Erano i capei d'oro a l'aura sparsi), (1374), Poem, Italy
• Mirza Ghalib (1)
  • IN: The Enchantress of Florence (None) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: If there is a knower of tongues here, fetch him; There's a stranger in the city And he has many things to say.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, India
• Agha Shahid Ali (1)
  • IN: Shalimar the Clown (2005) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I am being rowed through Paradise on a river of Hell: Exquisite ghost, it is night. The paddle is a heart; it breaks the porcelain waves... I'm everything you lost. You won't forgive me. My memory keeps getting in the way of your history. There is nothing to forgive. You won't forgive me. I hid my pain even from myself: I revealed my pain only to myself. There is everything to forgive. You can't forgive me. If only somehow you could have been mine, what would not have been possible in this world?
    FROM: The Country without a Post Office, (1997), Book, India
• George Szirtes (1)
  • IN: Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: One is not a "believer" in fairy tales. There is no theology, no body of dogma, no ritual, no institution, no expectation for a form of behavior. They are about the unexpectedness and mutability of the world.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Italo Calvino (1)
  • IN: Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Instead of making myself write the book I ought to write, the novel that was expected of me, I conjured up the book I myself would have liked to read, the sort by an unknown writer, from another age and another country, discovered in an attic.
    FROM: NULL, (1980), NULL, Italy
• D. H. Lawrence (1)
  • IN: The Golden House (2017) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road to the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
    FROM: Lady Chatterly's Lover, (1928), Novel, UK
• François Truffaut (1)
  • IN: The Golden House (2017) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: La vie a beaucoup plus d'imagination que nous.
    FROM: Les Quatre Cents Coups, (1959), Film, France
• T. S. Eliot (1)
  • IN: Grimus (1975) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Go, go, go, said the bird; human kind Cannot bear very much reality.
    FROM: Burnt Norton, (1936), Poem, US
• Farid-ud-din Attar (1)
  • IN: Grimus (1975) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Come, you lost atoms, to your Centre draw, And be the Eternal Mirror that you saw; Rays that have wandered into darkness wide, Return, and back into your sun subside.
    FROM: The Conference of the Birds, trans. Fitzgerald, (1889), Poem, Iran
• Ted Hughes (1)
  • IN: Grimus (1975) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Cow straggled, limply bedraggled his remnant. He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag. He was what his brain could make nothing of.
    FROM: "Crow's Playmates", (None), Poem, UK
• Ignatius Q. Gribb (1)
  • IN: Grimus (1975) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The sands of Time are steeped in new Beginnings.
    FROM: The All-Purpose Quotable Philosophy, (None), NULL, US
• Marjorie Stoneman Douglas (1)
  • IN: Lost in the River of Grass (2011) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The miracle of the light pours over the green and brown expanse of saw grass and of water, shining and slow-moving below, the grass and water that is the meaning and the central fact of the Everglades of Florida. It is a river of grass.
    FROM: The Everglass River of Grass, (1947), Book, US
• e.e. cummings (1)
  • IN: Lost in the River of Grass (2011) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: the world is mud-luscious... the world is puddle-wonderful
    FROM: "[in just-]", (1920), Poem, US
• Rachel Carson (1)
  • IN: Lost in the River of Grass (2011) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.
    FROM: The Sense of Wonder, (1965), Book, US

Cited by

• John Hornor Jacobs (1)
  • IN: The Conformity (2015) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: If one wishes to remain an individual in the midst of the teeming multitudes, one must make oneself grotesque.
    FROM: Midnight's Children, (1981), Novel, India/England
• Stephanie Bishop (1)
  • IN: The Other Side of the World (2015) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, Australian
    EPIGRAPH: Because of course the dream-England is no more than a dream.
    FROM: Imaginary Homelands, (1991), Book, England/India
• Stephen King (1)
  • IN: Desperation (1996) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The landscape of his poetry was still the desert.
    FROM: The Satanic Verses, (1988), Novel, England/India
• Lisa Sandlin (1)
  • IN: The Do-Right (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I remember telling myself not to carry the hatred around, although I know where it is. I have it in a trunk in storage.
    FROM: NULL, (2005), Interview, England/India
• Irina Reyn (1)
  • IN: What Happened to Anna K (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The truth is that once we have left our childhood places and started out to make up our lives, armed only with what we have and are, we understand that the real secret of the ruby slippers is not that "there's no place like home," but rather that there is no longer any such place as home: except, of course, for the home we make, or the homes that are made for us, in Oz: which is anywhere, and everywhere, except the place from which we began.
    FROM: The Wizard of Oz, (1900), Book, India/England
• Julia Keller (1)
  • IN: Last Ragged Breath (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In the end, stories are what's left of us, we are no more than the few tales that persist.
    FROM: The Moor's Last Sigh, (1995), Novel, UK