Author: T. S. Eliot

Cites

• Dante Alighieri (1)
  • IN: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915) Poetry, British
    EPIGRAPH: S'io credesse che mia riposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero, Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
    FROM: Inferno, (1472), Poem, NULL
• Gaius Petronius (1)
  • IN: The Waste Land (1922) Poetry, British
    EPIGRAPH: Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σιβυλλα τι θελεις; respondebat illa: αποθανειν θελω.
    FROM: The Satyricon, (75), Novel, Roman Empire

Cited by

• Travis Cebula (1)
  • IN: Dangerous Things to Please a Girl (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "We shall not cease from exploration / And the end of all our exploring / Will be to arrive where we started / And know the place for the first time."
    FROM: Little Gidding, (1942), Poem, UK
• Rosaly Puthucheary (1)
  • IN: Footfalls in the Rain (2008) Fiction, Singaporean
    EPIGRAPH: Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past.
    FROM: Burnt Norton, (1936), Poem, UK
• Richard Wright (1)
  • IN: Lawd Today! (1963) Fiction, Novel, American
    EPIGRAPH: ... But at my back in a cold blast I hear The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear
    FROM: The Wasteland, (1922), Poem, UK
• Ralph Ellison (1)
  • IN: juneteenth (1999) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: For liberation - not less of love but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the future as well as the past. Thus, love of a country Begins as an attachment to our own field of action And comes to find that action of little importance Though never indifferent. History may be servitude, History may be freedom. See, now they vanish, The faces and places, with the self which, as it could, loved them, To become renewed, transfigured, in another pattern.
    FROM: Little Gidding, (1942), Poem, UK
• William Gaddis (1)
  • IN: The Recognitions (1955) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The awakened, lips parted, the hope, the new ships..
    FROM: Marina, (1930), Poem, UK
• Lydia Kwa (1)
  • IN: This Place Called Absence (2000) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time
    FROM: Little Gidding, (1944), Poem, UK
• Dave Rudden (1)
  • IN: Knights of the Borrowed Dark (2016) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, US
• Gopal Baratham (1)
  • IN: Figments of Experience (1981) Short Stories, Singaporean
    EPIGRAPH: I am moved by fancies that are curled around these images . . .
    FROM: Preludes, (1917), Poem, US/England
• David Ormerod (1)
  • IN: A Private Landscape (1967) Poetry, Anthology, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: People change and smile–but the agony abides
    FROM: The Dry Salvages, (1914), Poem, UK
• Julie Berry (1)
  • IN: The Passion of Dolssa (2016) Historical Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Whatever we inhereit from the fortunate / We have taken from the defeated / What they had to leave us–a symbol: / A symbol perfected in death. / And all shall be well and / All manner of thing shall be well.
    FROM: Little Gidding, (1942), Poem, UK
• Amy Rose Capetta (1)
  • IN: Unmade (2015) Dystopian, Science Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Do I dare disturb the universe?
    FROM: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, (1915), Poem, UK
• Stefanie Gaither (1)
  • IN: Falls the Shadow (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow
    FROM: The Hollow Men, (1925), Poem, UK
• David Hofmeyr (1)
  • IN: Stone Rider (2015) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
    FROM: The Waste Land, (1922), Poem, UK
• Dawn Kurtagich (3)
  • IN: The Creeper Man (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but a whimper.
    FROM: The Hollow Men, (1925), Poem, UK
  • IN: And the Trees Creep In (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but a whimper.
    FROM: The Hollow Men, (1925), Poem, UK
  • IN: And The Trees Crept In (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.
    FROM: The Hollow Men, (1925), Poem, UK
• Rosamund Lehmann (1)
  • IN: The Swan in the Evening: Fragments of an Inner Life (1967) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Go said the bird, for the leaves were full of children, Hidden excitedly, containing laughter. Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind Cannot bear very much reality.
    FROM: Burnt Norton, (1936), Poem, UK
• Lauren DeStefano (1)
  • IN: Broken Crowns (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: We shall not cease from exploration / And the end of all our exploring / Will be to arrive where we started / And know the place for the first time.
    FROM: Little Gidding, (1942), Poem, UK
• Michell Jaffe (1)
  • IN: Ghost Flower (2012) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust
    FROM: The Wasteland, (1922), Poem, UK
• Chinua Achebe (1)
  • IN: No Longer At Ease (1969) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: We returned to our places, these Kingdoms, But no longer at ease here, With an alien people clutching their gods. I should be glad of another death.
    FROM: Journey of the Magi, (1927), Poem, UK
• Christopher Knight (1)
  • IN: Hints & Guesses: William Gaddis's Fiction Of Longing (1997) Novel, American
    EPIGRAPH: For most of us, there is only the unattended Moment, the moment in and out of time, The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight, The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning Or the waterfall, ormusic heard so deeply That is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.These are only hints and guesses, Hints followed by guesses...
    FROM: The Dry Salvages, (1941), Poem, UK
• Miriam Halahmy (1)
  • IN: Behind Closed Doors (2017) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Home is where we start from.
    FROM: Four Quartets "East Coker", (1940), Poem, UK
• Gilbert Sorrentino (1)
  • IN: A Strange Commonplace (2006) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Ridiculous the waste sad time Stretching before and after.
    FROM: Burnt Norton, (1936), Poem, UK
• Lynn Coady (1)
  • IN: The Antagonist (2011) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: There will be time to murder and create.
    FROM: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, (1915), Poem, UK
• Jan Fedarcyk (1)
  • IN: Fidelity (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In a wilderness of mirrors. What will the spider do...
    FROM: Gerontion, (1920), Poem, UK
• John Connolly (1)
  • IN: The White Road (2002) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman -But who is that on the other side of you?
    FROM: The Wasteland, (1922), Poem, UK
• Elisabeth Egan (1)
  • IN: A Window Opens (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: We shall not cease from exploration, And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
    FROM: Little Gidding, (1942), Poem, UK
• De Vries, Peter (1)
  • IN: The Tunnel of Love (1954) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Virtues are forced upon us by our impudent crimes.
    FROM: Gerontion, (1920), Poem, UK
• Iain, M. Banks (1)
  • IN: Consider Phlebas (2009) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Gentile or Jew O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
    FROM: The Waste Land, (1922), Poem, UK
• James Lowder (1)
  • IN: Spectre Of The Black Rose (1999) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And last, the rending pain of re-enactment Of all that you have done, and been; the shame Of motives late revealed, and the awareness Of things ill done and done to others' harm Which once you took for exercise of virtue. Then fools' approval stings, and honour stains.
    FROM: Little Gidding, (1942), Poem, UK
• Dean Koontz (9)
  • IN: Deeply Odd (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: They followed the light and shadow, and the light led them forward to light and the shadow led them to darkness.
    FROM: Choruses from The Rock, VII, (1934), Poem, UK
  • IN: 77 Shadow Street (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: They all go into the dark …
    FROM: East Coker, (1940), Poem, UK
  • IN: Saint Odd (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The only wisdom we can hope to acquire Is the wisdom of humility.…
    FROM: East Coker, (1940), Poem, UK
  • IN: Your Heart Belongs To Me (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The houses are all gone under the sea. The dancers are all gone under the hill.
    FROM: East Coker, (1940), Poem, UK
  • IN: The Taking (2004) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In my beginning is my end.
    FROM: East Coker, (1940), Poem, UK
  • IN: Velocity (2005) Fiction, Suspense, Mystery, American
    EPIGRAPH: And now you live dispersed on ribbon roads, And no man knows or cares who is his neighbour Unless his neighbour makes too much disturbance, But all dash to and fro in motorcars, Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.
    FROM: Choruses from “The Rock”, (1934), Book, UK
• Michael Koryta (1)
  • IN: Last Words (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors.
    FROM: Gerontion, (1920), Poem, UK
• Val McDermid (2)
  • IN: The Mermaids Singing (1995) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
    FROM: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, (1915), Poem, UK
  • IN: Fever of the Bone (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: No contact possible to flesh Allayed the fever of the bone
    FROM: Whispers of Immortality, (1919), Poem, UK
• Nelson DeMille (1)
  • IN: The General's Daughter (1992) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: What the dead had no speech for, when living, They can tell you, being dead: the communication Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living
    FROM: Little Gidding, Four Quartets, (1839), Poem, UK
• Ian Rankin (1)
  • IN: The Hanging Garden (1998) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable
    FROM: Burnt Norton, (1936), Poem, UK
• PD James (1)
  • IN: The Murder Room (2003) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.
    FROM: Burnt Norton, (1936), Poem, UK
• Geoff Ryman (2)
  • IN: Was (1992) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: This is the use of memory: For liberation-not less of love but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the future as well as the past. Thus, love of a country Begins as attachment to our own field of action And comes to find that action of little importance Though never indifferent. History may be servitude, History may be freedom.
    FROM: Four Quartets, (1943), Poem, UK
  • IN: The Child Garden (1989) Science Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: That the future is a faded song, a Royal Rose or a lavender spray Of wistful regret for those who are not yet here to regret…
    FROM: Four Quartets, (1943), Poem, UK
• Colin Dexter (1)
  • IN: The Dead of Jericho (1981) Fiction, Mystery, American
    EPIGRAPH: And I wonder how they should have been together.
    FROM: La Figlia che Piange, (1917), Poem, UK
• Norman Partridge (1)
  • IN: Slippin' into Darkness (1994) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
    FROM: The Wasteland, (1922), Poem, UK
• Gregory Benford (1)
  • IN: In the Ocean of Night (1977) Novel, Science Fiction, Speculative fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
    FROM: Little Gidding, (1942), Poem, UK
• James Rollins (1)
  • IN: The Blood Gospel (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all.
    FROM: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, (1915), Poem, UK
• William Morrow (1)
  • IN: Nevil Shute On the Beach (1957) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech Gathered on this beach of the tumid river... This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
    FROM: The Hollow Men, (1925), Poem, UK
• Connie Willis (1)
  • IN: Blackout (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: History is now and England.
    FROM: Four Quartets, (1943), Poem, UK
• Tim Winton (1)
  • IN: Scission (1993) Fiction, Australian
    EPIGRAPH: The wounded surgeon plies the steel That questions the distempered part;
    FROM: East Coker, (1940), Poem, UK
• M. G. Vassanji (1)
  • IN: The In-Between World of Vikram Lall (2003) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Who is the third who walks always beside you?
    FROM: The Waste Land, (1922), Poem, UK
• Lisa Tucker (1)
  • IN: The Winters in Bloom (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
    FROM: "Little Gidding", Four Quartets, (1942), Poem, UK
• Nevil Shute (1)
  • IN: On the Beach (1957) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
    FROM: The Hollow Men, (1925), Poem, UK
• Harlan Coben (1)
  • IN: The Stranger (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger. Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions. There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
    FROM: Choruses from The Rock, (1934), Poem, UK
• Douglas Schofield (1)
  • IN: Time of Departure (2015) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
    FROM: Four Quartets, (1943), Poem, UK
• Sam Savage (1)
  • IN: It Will End With Us (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: These fragments I have shored against my ruins.
    FROM: The Waste Land, (1922), Poem, UK
• Amy Sackville (1)
  • IN: The Still Point (2010) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are gathered.
    FROM: Burnt Norton, (1936), Poem, UK
• Patricia Cornwell (2)
  • IN: Dust (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
    FROM: The Waste Land, (1922), Poem, UK
• Dan Simmons (1)
  • IN: The Hollow Man (1992) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death’s dream kingdom These do not appear.
    FROM: The Hollow Men, (1925), Poem, UK
• Mark Pryor (1)
  • IN: Hollow Man (2015) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other kingdom Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men...
    FROM: The Hollow Men, (1936), Poem, UK
• Joseph G. Peterson (1)
  • IN: Wanted: Elevator Man (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Shantih shantih shantih
    FROM: The Waste Land, (1922), Poem, UK
• Barry Eisler (2)
  • IN: Winner Take All (2004) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
    FROM: Four Quartets, (1943), Poem, UK
  • IN: Rainfall (2003) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman — But who is that on the other side of you?
    FROM: The Waste Land, (1922), Poem, UK
• Richard Montanan (1)
  • IN: The Violet Hour (1998) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: At the violet hour, when the eyes and back Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits Like a taxi throbbing waiting...
    FROM: The Waste Land, (1922), Poem, UK
• Mark Mills (1)
  • IN: The Savage Garden (2007) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
    FROM: Little Gidding, Four Quartets, (1942), Poem, UK
• Ameen Merchant (1)
  • IN: The Silent Raga (2007) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time
    FROM: Four Quartets, (1943), Poem, UK
• Deirdre Madden (1)
  • IN: Time Present and Time Past (2013) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past.
    FROM: Burnt Norton, (1936), Poem, UK
• G. M. Malliet (1)
  • IN: Death at the Alma Mater (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin.
    FROM: Whispers of Immortality, (1919), Poem, UK
• Rob McCarthy (1)
  • IN: A Handful of Ashes (2017) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The fool, fixed in his folly, may think He can turn the wheel on which he turns.
    FROM: Murder in the Cathedral, (1935), Poem, UK
• Paul Lynch (1)
  • IN: The Black Snow (2014) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Who shall remember my house, where shall live my children's children When the time of sorrow is come?
    FROM: "A Song for Simeon", (1928), Poem, UK
• Iain Banks (2)
  • IN: Consider Phlebas (1987) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Gentile or Jew O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you
    FROM: "The Waste Land', IV, (1922), Poem, UK
  • IN: Look to Windward (2000) Novel, Fiction, Thriller, British
    EPIGRAPH: O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
    FROM: “The Waste Land”, IV, (1922), Poem, UK
• Dan Wells (1)
  • IN: I Am Not A Serial Killer (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can’t build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder, which will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquillity will return again.
    FROM: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, (1915), Poem, UK
• Abdelfattah Kilito (1)
  • IN: The Clash of Images (1995) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
    FROM: Little Gidding, (1942), Poem, UK
• Jane Johnson (1)
  • IN: The Salt Road (2010) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man's hand...
    FROM: The Hollow Men, (1925), Poem, UK
• Megan Hunter (1)
  • IN: The End We Start From (2017) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: What we call the beginning is often the end And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
    FROM: Four Quartets, (1943), Poem, UK
• Monika Fagerholm (1)
  • IN: Wonderful Women by the Sea (1994) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: I have heard the mermaids singing each to each. I do not think they will sing to me.
    FROM: "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", (1915), Poem, UK
• Donia Bijan (1)
  • IN: The Last Days of Café Leila (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
    FROM: Little Gidding, (1942), Poem, UK
• Josh Emmons (1)
  • IN: The Loss of Leon Meed (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
    FROM: "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", (1915), Poem, UK
• Greg F. Gifune (1)
  • IN: Kingdom of Shadows (2009) Horror fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom Remember us — if at all — not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.
    FROM: The Hollow Men, (1925), Poem, UK
• Blake Crouch (1)
  • IN: Dark Matter (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened.
    FROM: "Burnt Norton", (1936), Poem, UK
• Amanda Craig (1)
  • IN: Hearts and Minds (2009) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter down, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many. Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
    FROM: The Waste Land, (1922), Poem, UK
• William Gresham (1)
  • IN: Nightmare Alley (1946) Novel, Mystery, Crime Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante, Had a bad cold, nevertheless Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe, With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she, Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor, (Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!) Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks, The lady of situations. Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel, And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card, Which is blank, is something he carries on his back, Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find The Hanged Man. Fear death by water…
    FROM: The Waste Land, (1922), Poem, UK
• Evelyn Waugh (1)
  • IN: A Handful of Dust (1934) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: “I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
    FROM: The Wasteland, (1922), Poem, UK
• Lan Cao (1)
  • IN: The Lotus and the Storm (2014) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not now whether a man or a woman -- But who is that on the other side of you?
    FROM: "The Waste Land", (1922), Poem, UK
• Kathleen A. Flynn (1)
  • IN: The Jane Austen Project (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind Cannot bear very much reality. Time past and time future What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present.
    FROM: "Burnt Norton", (1936), Poem, UK
• Karin Boye (1)
  • IN: Kallocain (None) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: The awful daring and a moment's surrender By this and this only we have existed.
    FROM: The Waste Land, (1922), Poem, UK
• Tracy Kidder (1)
  • IN: Mountains Beyond Mountains (2003) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: … And right action is freedom From past and future also. For most of us, this is the aim Never here to be realized; Who are only undefeated Because we have gone on trying …
    FROM: "The Dry Salvages", (1941), Poem, UK
• P. D. James (1)
  • IN: The Skull Beneath the Skin (1982) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward with a lipless grin. Daffodil bulbs instead of balls Stared from the sockets of the eyes! He knew that thought clings round dead limbs Tightening its lusts and luxuries.
    FROM: Whispers of Immortality, (1919), Poem, UK
• T. C. Boyle (1)
  • IN: World's End (1987) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: After such knowledge, what forgiveness?
    FROM: "Gerontion", (1920), Poem, US
• Anthony Burgess (1)
  • IN: Tremor of Intent (1966) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The worst that can be said of most of our malefactors, from statesmen to thieves, is that they are not men enough to be damned.
    FROM: Baudelaire, (1930), Essay, US
• Salman Rushdie (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
• Laura Lee Smith (1)
  • IN: The Ice House (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Between melting and freezing The soul's sap quivers.
    FROM: "Little Gidding", (1942), Poem, US
• Susie Steiner (1)
  • IN: Missing, Presumed (2016) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
    FROM: "Little Gidding", (1942), Poem, US
• Paul Theroux (1)
  • IN: The Stranger at the Palazzo D'oro (2004) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
    FROM: The Waste Land, (1922), Book, US
• Philip Kerr (1)
  • IN: A Philosophical Investigation (1992) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate . . .
    FROM: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, (1915), Poem, US
• Dawn Farnham (1)
  • IN: A Crowd of Twisted Things (2013) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The memory throws up high and dry A crowd of twisted things; A twisted branch upon the beach Eaten smooth, and polished As if the world gave up The secret of its skeleton, Stiff and white.
    FROM: Rhapsody on a Windy Night', (1911), Poem, US
• Mark Greaney (1)
  • IN: Gunmetal Gray (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: There is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, US
• Maggie Shipstead (1)
  • IN: Seating Arrangements (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers, Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed. And their friends, the loitering heirs of City directors; Departed, have left no addresses.
    FROM: The Waste Land, (1922), Book, US
• Caryl Philips (1)
  • IN: The Final Passage (1985) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: A people without history Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel History is now and England.
    FROM: NULL, (None), Poem, UK
• Peter Mountford (1)
  • IN: The Dismal Science (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions, Guides us by vanities.
    FROM: "Gerontion", (1920), Poem, US
• Rohinton Mistry (1)
  • IN: Such a Long Journey (1991) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey...
    FROM: Journey of the Magi', (1927), Poem, US
• Siok Tian Heng (1)
  • IN: City-Girl's Tribute (2009) Poem, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, US
• Antonia Hayes (1)
  • IN: Relativity (2015) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, US
• Susan Minot (1)
  • IN: Monkeys (1986) Novel, American
    EPIGRAPH: The houses are all gone under the sea.
    FROM: "East Coker" (From Four Quartets), (1940), Poem, US