Author: Sylvia Plath

Cited by

• Sally Beauman (1)
  • IN: Rebecca's Tale (2001) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: They thought death was worth it, but I / Have a self to recover, a queen. / Is she dead, is she sleeping? / Where has she been, / With her lion-red body, her wings of glass? // Now she is flying / More terrible than she ever was, red / Scar in the sky, red comet / Over the engine that killed her -- / The mausoleum, the wax house.
    FROM: Stings, (1963), Poem, US
• Liz Braswell (1)
  • IN: As Old as Time: A Twisted Tale (2016) Fantasy, American
    EPIGRAPH: I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. / Whatever I see I swallow immediately, / Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. / I am not cruel, only truthful, / The eye of a little god, four-cornered. / Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. / It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long / I think it is part of my heart. / But it flickers. / Faces and darkness separate us over and over. / Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, / Searching my reaches for what she really is. / Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. / I see her back, and reflect if faithfully. / She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. / I am important to her. She comes and goes. / Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. / In me she has drowned a young girl, / and in me an old woman / Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
    FROM: Mirror, (1971), Poem, US
• Beth Fehlbaum (1)
  • IN: Big Fat Disaster (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.
    FROM: NULL, (1982), NULL, US
• Ilsa J. Bick (1)
  • IN: White Space (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Father, this thick air is murderous.
    FROM: Full Fathom Five, (1960), Poem, US
• Louisa Reid (1)
  • IN: Lies Like Love (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Did I escape, I wonder? My mind winds to you Old barnacled umbilicus, Atlantic cable, Keeping itself, it seems, in a state of miraculous repair.
    FROM: Medusa, (1965), Poem, US
• Chris Bohjalian (1)
  • IN: The Sleepwalker (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
    FROM: Elm, (1981), Poem, US
• Susan Crawford (1)
  • IN: The Other Widow (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it. Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.
    FROM: Elm, (1981), Poem, US
• Patricia Cornwell (1)
  • IN: Depraved Heart (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.
    FROM: Lady Lazarus, (1965), Poem, US
• Reed Coleman (1)
  • IN: Little Easter (1993) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.
    FROM: Lady Lazarus, (1965), Poem, US
• Jennifer Harlow (1)
  • IN: To Catch a Vampire (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you.
    FROM: Daddy, (1965), Poem, US
• Kate Hamer (1)
  • IN: The Doll Funeral (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
    FROM: Morning Song, (1961), Poem, US
• O' Connor, Joseph (1)
  • IN: Ghost Light (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: You will be aware of an absence, presently, Growing beside you, like a tree...
    FROM: For a Fatherless Son, (1962), Poem, US
• Annemarie Neary (1)
  • IN: Siren (2016) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Peel off the napkin O my enemy Do I terrify? --
    FROM: "Lady Lazarus", (1965), Poem, US
• Danielle Steel (1)
  • IN: Passion's Promise (1976) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I shall bury the wounded like pupas, I shall count and bury the dead. Let their souls writhe in a dew, Incense in my track. The carriages rock, they are cradles. And I, stepping from this skin Of old bandages, boredoms, old facesStep to you from the black car of Lethe, Pure as a baby.
    FROM: "Getting There", (1965), Poem, US
• Tomas Eloy Martinez (1)
  • IN: Santa Evita (1995) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Dying is an art like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
    FROM: Lady Lazarus, (1962), Poem, US
• McGinniss Jr., Joe (1)
  • IN: Carousel Court (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the hullabaloo.
    FROM: The Bell Jar, (1963), Novel, US
• Anna Raverat (1)
  • IN: Signs of Life (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: It was a relief to know I had fallen and could fall no further.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, US
• Rachel Pastan (1)
  • IN: Alena (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Dying Is an art, like everything else.
    FROM: "Lady Lazarus", (1965), Poem, US