Author: Willa Cather

Cites

• Virgil (1)
  • IN: My Antonia (1999) Historical Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "Optima dies…prima fugit"
    FROM: Georgics, (-29), Poem, Italy
• William Shakespeare (1)
  • IN: A Lost Lady (1923) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: “……… Come, my coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies, Good night, good night.”
    FROM: Hamlet, (1603), Play, UK

Cited by

• Jandy Nelson (1)
  • IN: I'll Give You the Sun (2014) Fiction, Contemporary Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "Where there is great love, there are always miracles."
    FROM: Death Comes for the Archbishop, (1927), Novel, US
• Lawrence Block (1)
  • IN: Even the Wicked (1996) Fiction, Mystery, Suspense, American
    EPIGRAPH: On a Tuesday night in August I was sitting… One newspaper column started the whole thing. "I'll tell you," he said, "I just don't know what… Elaine was still up when I got home, watching a… The next day was Sunday, and I didn't have a… Forty-eight hours later I'd made two more visits to the Horatio… "It's like he saw it coming," Kevin Dahlgren said. The big news over the weekend had to do with… "An Open Letter to the People ofNew York ."… It took me awhile to get away from Marty McGraw. "The first night I went to Whitfield's place," I told Elaine. Elaine was gone by the time I woke up. It still didn't have to mean anything. By the time we got out of there TJ was… "It could have been murder," I said, "even if I… The phone rang the next morning while we were having breakfast. The letter had obviously been written after its author had…. The next couple of days were a three-ring circus for the media. I couldn't do much in what was left of that afternoon. I called Viaticom a few minutes after nine the next morning… I stayed put over the weekend. You'd have thought it was a social call. It was a long night. You could almost say he'd been asking for it. "Well, look who's here," he said. SCUDDER: Please state your name for the record. "You like irony," I told Ray Gruliow. Even the wicked get worse than they deserve.
    FROM: One of Ours, (1922), Novel, US
• Willa Sibert Cather (1)
  • IN: NULL (1913) Historical Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Evening and the flat land, Rich and sombre and always silent; The miles of fresh-plowed soil, Heavy and black, full of strength and harshness; The growing wheat, the growing weeds, The toiling horses, the tired men; The long empty roads, Sullen fires of sunset, fading, The eternal, unresponsive sky. Against all this, Youth, Flaming like the wild roses, Singing like the larks over the plowed fields, Flashing like a star out of the twilight; Youth with its insupportable sweetness, Its fierce necessity, Its sharp desire,
    FROM: Prairie Spring, (1913), Poem, US
• Kate Mosse (1)
  • IN: The Taxidermist's Daughter (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Let your fiction grow out of the land beneath your feet.
    FROM: NULL, (1912), Conversation, US
• April Smith (1)
  • IN: Home Sweet Home (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify -- it was like the light of truth itself. When the smoky clouds hung low in the west and the red sun went down behind them, leaving a pink flush on the snowy roofs and the blue drifts, then the wind sprang up afresh, with a kind of bitter song, as if it said: "This is reality, whether you like it or not. All those frivolities of summer, the light and shadow, the living mask of greent that trembled over everything, they were lies, and this is what was underneath. This is the truth.
    FROM: My Antonia, (1918), Novel, US
• Benjamin Lytal (1)
  • IN: A Map of Tulsa (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Why had Coronado never gone back to Spain, to his riches and his castles and his king?
    FROM: My Antonia, (1918), Novel, US
• Brian Leung (1)
  • IN: Take Me Home (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The years seemed to stretch before her like the land: spring, summer, autumn, winter, spring; always the same patient fields, the patient little trees, the patient lives; always the same yearning; the same pulling at the chain -- until the instinct to live had torn itself and bled and weakened for the last time, until the chain secured a dead woman, who might cautiously be released.
    FROM: O Pioneers!, (1913), Novel, US
• Marni Jackson (1)
  • IN: Don't I Know You? (2016) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on a cigar-box lid.
    FROM: The Song of the Lark, (1915), Novel, US
• Kristin Hannah (1)
  • IN: Home front (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: There are some things you learn best in calm, some in storm.
    FROM: The Song of the Lark, (1915), Novel, US
• Alexandra Fuller (1)
  • IN: Quiet Until the Thaw (2017) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.
    FROM: O Pioneers, (1913), Novel, US
• Meg Waite Clayton (1)
  • IN: The Wednesday Sisters (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Where there is great love, there are always miracles.
    FROM: Death Comes for the Archbishop, (1927), Novel, US
• Daphne Kalotay (1)
  • IN: Russian Winter (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Her husband had archaic ideas about jewels; a man bought them for his wife in acknowledgment of things he could not gracefully utter.
    FROM: A Lost Lady, (1923), Novel, US
• Nora Roberts (1)
  • IN: 1976 (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Love itself draws on a woman nearly all the bad luck in the world.
    FROM: My Mortal Enemy, (1926), Book, US