Author: William Butler Yeats

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• NULL (1)
  • IN: Mosada (1886) Fiction, Play, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: And my Lord Cardinal hath had strange days in his youth.
    FROM: Extract from a Memoir of the Fifteenth Century, (1450), Memoir, NULL

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• Maggie Stiefvater (2)
  • IN: Blue Lily, Lily Blue (2014) Fiction, Young Adult, American
    EPIGRAPH: I’m looking for the face I had Before the world was made.
    FROM: “Before the World Was Made.”, (1933), Poem, Ireland
• Sara Wilson Etienne (1)
  • IN: Harbinger (2012) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Nay, are there not moods which shall find no expression unless there be me who dare to mix heaven, hell, purgatory, and faeryland together, or even to set the heads of beasts to the bodies of men, or to thrust the souls of men into the heart of rocks? Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.
    FROM: The Celtic Twilight, (1893), Book, Ireland
• Robin Blake (1)
  • IN: The Scrivener (2015) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: She is foremost of those that I would hear praised.
    FROM: "Her Praise", (1919), Poem, Ireland
• Susan Crandall (1)
  • IN: The Flying Circus (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love; .... A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds; I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death.
    FROM: An Irish Airman Foresees His Death, (1919), Poem, Ireland
• William Bernhardt (1)
  • IN: Nemesis: The Final Case of Eliot Ness (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I couldn’t have a better friend. Kachowl Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; ere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned.
    FROM: The Second Coming, (1920), Poem, Ireland
• Lawrence Block (1)
  • IN: A Ticket To The Boneyard (1990) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A bloody and a sudden end, Gunshot or a noose, For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what men would lose. He might have had my sister, My cousins by the score, But nothing satisfied the fool But my dear Mary Moore; None other knows what pleasures man At table or in bed. What shall I do for pretty girls Now my old bawd is dead?
    FROM: John Kinsella's Lament for Mrs. Mary Moore, (1939), Poem, Ireland
• Lisa Carey (1)
  • IN: The Stolen Child (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
    FROM: The Stolen Child, (1889), Poem, Ireland
• Jeffery Deaver (1)
  • IN: Manhattan is my Boat (1988) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The land of faery: where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.
    FROM: The Land of Heart's Desire, (1894), Play, Ireland
• James Franco (1)
  • IN: Actors Anonymous (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Players and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of.
    FROM: The Circus Animals' Desertion, (1939), Poem, Ireland
• Robert McCammon (1)
  • IN: Speaks the Nightbird (2002) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Think where man's glory most begins and ends And say that my glory was I had such friends
    FROM: The Municipal Gallery Revisited, (1939), Poem, Ireland
• Sheila Kohler (1)
  • IN: Dreaming for Freud (2014) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: How can we know the dancer from the dance?
    FROM: "Among School Children", (1928), Poem, Ireland
• John Lescroart (1)
  • IN: Dead Irish (1989) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I have certainly known more men destroyed by the desire to have a wife and child and keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink.
    FROM: Diary, (1909), Book, Ireland
• Tim Johnston (1)
  • IN: Descent (2015) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: May she be granted beauty and yet not Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught.
    FROM: A Prayer for My Daughter, (1921), Poem, Ireland
• Neil Jordan (1)
  • IN: Carnivalesque (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Come away, O human child!
    FROM: The Stolen Child, (1889), Poem, Ireland
• Amy Huberman (1)
  • IN: I Wished for You (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
    FROM: He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, (1899), Poem, Ireland
• Andrew Michael Hurley (1)
  • IN: The Loney (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
    FROM: The Second Coming, (1920), Poem, Ireland
• Robert Parker (1)
  • IN: Ceremony (1982) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned…
    FROM: The Second Coming, (1920), Poem, Ireland
• Richard Montanari (2)
  • IN: Shutter Man (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: For he comes, the human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping Than he can understand.
    FROM: The Stolen Child, (1889), Poem, Ireland
  • IN: The Echo Man (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Lie down and die.
    FROM: The Man and the Echo, (1938), Poem, Ireland
• Lydia Netzer (1)
  • IN: How to Tell Toldeo From the Night Sky (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The angels are stooping Above your bed; They weary of trooping With the whimpering dead. God's laughing in Heaven To see you so good; The Sailing Seven Are gay with His mood. I sigh that kiss you, For I must own That I shall miss you When you have grown.
    FROM: A Cradle Song, (1890), Poem, Ireland
• Andrew Williams (1)
  • IN: The Poison Tide (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is lossed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned.
    FROM: "The Second Coming", (1920), Poem, Ireland
• Lee Smith (1)
  • IN: Guests on Earth (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance?
    FROM: Among School Children, (1926), Poem, Ireland
• Keith Ablow (1)
  • IN: Compulsion (2002) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
    FROM: The Stolen Child, (1889), Poem, Ireland
• Mingmei Yip (1)
  • IN: Secret of a Thousand Beauties (2014) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light... I would spread the cloths under your feet...
    FROM: Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, (1899), NULL, Ireland
• Dan Wells (1)
  • IN: Over Your Dead Body (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
    FROM: The Stolen Child, (1889), Poem, Ireland
• Jeffrey Condran (1)
  • IN: Prague Summer (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: What do we know but that we face one another in this place?
    FROM: "The Man and the Echo", (1938), Poem, Ireland
• James R. Benn (1)
  • IN: Rag and Bone (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Now that my ladder's gone I must lie down where all the ladders start In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.
    FROM: "The Circus Animals' Desertion", (1939), Poem, Ireland
• Paul Theroux (1)
  • IN: Mother Land (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Great hatred, little room, Maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb A fanatic heart.
    FROM: Remorse for Intemperate Speech, (1932), Speech, Ireland
• Nora Roberts (1)
  • IN: Holiday in Death (1998) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?
    FROM: The Second Coming, (1920), Poem, NULL
• Frederick William Christian (1)
  • IN: The Caroline Islands: Travel in the Sea of the Little Lands (1899) Non-Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I am haunted by numberless islands and many a Danaan shore.
    FROM: The White Birds, (1892), Poem, Ireland
• Adam Yamey (1)
  • IN: Rogue of Rouxville (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I have certainly known more men destroyed by the desire to have a wife and child and keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink...
    FROM: Diary, (1909), Book, Ireland