The following is an engaging epigraph; it appears in writer Peter Orner's short story collection, Last Car Over the Sagamore Bridge (Little, Brown and Company, 2013). The epigraph is from a short story by the writer Gina Berriault:It’s over me like a ton of water, the things I don’t know.
(I read Mr. Orner's book recently, and enjoyed it very much--while admiring, even more, his 2019 short story collection, Maggie Brown & Others, also from Little, Brown.)
Another epigraph I'm fond of is from a novel I've
had for years, but have not read (one of many books I have that are still to be read): Norman Mailer's The Deer Park, from 1955. The epigraph is from Andre Gide:
do not understand me too quickly.
Recently, I tried to find, in the apartment, my paperback copy, from college, of E. M. Forster's Howards End. I came up empty; the book seems to have disappeared. The reason I wanted to find it? Simply to see, again (after many years), its brief, beautiful, memorable epigraph: