Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett, 18th Baron Dunsany (July 24, 1878–October 25, 1957)
- Anglo -Irish writer and dramatist, best known for his works of fantasy.
Sourced
- "Once, as Mung went his way athwart the Earth and up and down its cities and across its plains, Mung came upon a man who was afraid when Mung said: "I am Mung!"
- And Mung said: "Were the forty million years before thy coming intolerable to thee?"
- And Mung said: "Not less tolerable to thee shall be the forty million years to come!""
- Source: The Gods of Pegāna, The Deeds of Mung (Lord of all Deaths between Pegāna and the Rim)
- ""How much do you know?" she said. "Do you know that dreams are illusion?"
- "Of course I do," I said. "Every one knows that."
- "Oh no they don't," she said, "the mad don't know it."
- "That is true," I said.
- "And do you know," she said, "that Life is illusion?""
- "I hope that when London is clean passed away and the defeated fields come back again, like an exiled people returning after a war, they may find some beautiful thing to remind them of it all; because we have loved a little that swart old city."
- "All we who write put me in mind of sailors hastily making rafts upon doomed ships.
- When we break up under the heavy years and go down into eternity with all that is ours our thoughts like small lost rafts float on awhile upon Oblivion's sea. They will not carry much over those tides, our names and a phrase or two and little else."
- "What should a man do with the sword of Welleran?"
- "The source of all imagination is here in our fields, and Creation is beautiful enough for the furthest flights of the poets. What is called realism only falls far from these flights because it is too meticulously concerned with the detail of material; mere inventories of rocks are not poetry; but all the memories of crags and hills and meadows and woods and sky that lie in a sensitive spirit are materials for poetry, only waiting to be taken out, and to be laid before the eyes of such as care to perceive them."
- Source: Patches of Sunlight
- "I saw a workman fall with his scaffolding right from the summit of
some vast hotel. And as he came down I saw him holding a knife
and trying to cut his name on the scaffolding. He had time to try and
do this for he must have had nearly three hundred feet to fall. And I
could think of nothing but his folly in doing this futile thing, for not
only would the man be unrecognizably dead in three seconds, but the
very pole on which he tried to scratch whatever of his name he had
time for was certain to be burnt in a few weeks for firewood."
Attributed
- "Bricks without straw are more easily made than imagination without memories."
About
- "No one can imitate Dunsany, and probably everyone who's ever read him has tried."
