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My Favorite Book Dedications,
Front Matter & Back Matter

Welcome to my favorite dedications and assorted front matter and back matter from books. When authors put a little extra effort and creativity into those often overlooked pages, they adorn the entryway to their stories with a welcoming porch light and garland.  —ღ Terri

For Beatrice —
Dead women tell no tales.
Sad men write them down.
~Lemony Snicket, The Grim Grotto, 2004

who will be found between the lines
~Joseph Wood Krutch, The Twelve Seasons, 1949

to those who
lie awake

~K.Y. Robinson, The Chaos of Longing, 2017

Here are my songs, O child, O sage:
Come, bring your heart and let me win it.
You'll find my heart on every page:
The book is yours, with the heart that's in it!
~Edwin Markham, "To All Friends," Gates of Paradise and Other Poems, 1920


~Rose Fyleman, Fairies and Chimneys, 1920

Dedicated to young people so that they may enter chartered seas, and avoid the hidden rocks that wrecked their elders' joy. ~Marie Carmichael Stopes, Change of Life in Men and Women, 1936

This book is dedicated to
and all the strong
black birds of promise
who defy the odds and gods
and sing their songs
~Maya Angelou, I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, 1969

For my wife, our daughters, and our parents, and to the unending wonder of the continuum
~Nicholas A. Basbanes, A Splendor of Letters, 2003

To the Spirit:
Without whose assistance
Neither this book
Nor I
Would have been
~Alice Walker, The Color Purple, 1982

To you I owe more than to any other living being. In childhood, you were my Parent; in later life, my Teacher; in manhood, my Companion...
~Henry Ward Beecher, Lectures to Young Men, on Various Important Subjects, 1844

For the tempest-tossed:
past, present, and to come

~Gregory Maguire, What-the-Dickens: The Story of a Rogue Tooth Fairy, 2007

To the Unseen but Unforgotten  ~Luella Clark, April Days, 1904

Our Sweethearts
Our Wives
~Herbert Dickinson Ward, Lauriel: The Love Letters of an American Girl, 1901

To Mother
Who Encouraged
To Father
Who Understood

~George A. Dorsey, Young Low, 1917

To Tim, with love —
so that the whole world will know
how much you mean to me
~Jodi Picoult, Salem Falls, 2001

For Tim, because I am at home in your heart
~Ellery Adams, Poisoned Prose, 2013

Lady Bird Johnson
Not all the soldiers were in Vietnam.
This one was in the White House.
~Rita Mae Brown, Dolley, 1994

To those who see trees.
~Douglas Wood, The Things Trees Know, 2005

All the characters and incidents described herein are fictitious — and I am actually the long-missing Crown Prince Alexis, rightful heir to the throne of all the Russias. ~Gerald Raftery (1905–1986), The natives are always restless, 1964  [disclaimer in front matter –tg]

Life flings miles and years between us,
      It is true,—
But brings never to me dearer
      Friends than you!

~Dorothy Scarborough, Humorous Ghost Stories, 1921

To the men and women who wrote this book,
and speak to us here and now, of things without time;
and those who speak to us, here and now, from beyond the stars
~John K. Terres, Things Precious & Wild, 1991

To mom and dad,
for filling my head with endless dreams,
my hands with endless books,
and my heart with endless love.
~Kelseyleigh Reber, If I Resist, 2015

I dedicate this novel to my father,
known as Broad Jo...
you were the only person who read everything I ever
wrote from the moment I learned to write. I will miss
you at all times. I see you in every ray of evening
light and in every wave of every sea.
You left in midsentence.

~Nina George, The Little Paris Bookshop, translated by Simon Pare, 2015

Christopher Morley and Bart Haley dated their foreword to In the Sweet Dry and Dry: "Philadelphia, Ten minutes before Midnight, June 30, 1919."  [which I'm guessing may have been the deadline to get it to their publisher, as is also written "The public will forgive this being only a brief preface, for at the moment of writing the time is short." —tg]

my great-grandchildren, Katherine, David and Stephen — the last of whom just arrived as this goes to press. When they grow up and start paying on the public debt bequeathed them by this de-generation, may they find something herein to cheer them up and help them forget and forgive what we are now doing to them!
~J. W. Cunningham, Corn on the Cob, 1952

This book is published by the author. Brickbats, bouquets and orders — all equally welcome — may be addressed to:  J.W. Cunningham, Robinwood Ave, Toledo 10, O.  ~J. W. Cunningham, Corn on the Cob, 1952  [correspondence address notice in front matter –tg]

A Novelist Who Understands
as Poets Do

~Christopher Morley, Inward Ho!, 1923

I have a request to make of those who read "Empty Shells." If any friend surmises he has discovered the author he will be courteous enough to keep my secret. I have left out a great many poems that would have betrayed my identity, and put in none that I have cause to fear. Why then publish? I have no right to count on a long life and I am not willing to be "edited, revised, and corrected." On the other hand, I feel towards my poems as many women do towards their weak children; and treasure them because if they were conceived in grief they healed my heart. After the first smart of a new loss was softened, next to writing my greatest comfort was reading; and I did not then seek great authors. Shakespeare, Milton, and Goethe were naught to me: I sought minor Poets — of whom I dare hope to be one. Could I but be a like comfort to some simple, sorrowing hearts I should feel my life-griefs had not been in vain. ~Opal, Preface, Empty Shells, 1874

To all those who struggle to care for aging parents, may God grant you love and grace beyond your wildest dreams... ~Lauraine Snelling, On Hummingbird Wings, 2011

for no obvious reason
to the
Master of Lovat
~Ronald A. Knox, Other Eyes Than Ours, 1926

This is a bawdy tale. Herein you will find gratuitous shagging, murder, spanking, maiming, treason, and heretofore unexplored heights of vulgarity and profanity, as well as non-traditional grammar, split infinitives, and the odd wank. If that sort of thing bothers you, then gentle reader pass by, for we endeavor only to entertain, not to offend. ~Christopher Moore, Fool, 2009  ["Warning," in front matter —tg]

This book is intended to be read in bed. Please do not attempt to read it anywhere else. In order to obtain the best results for all concerned do not read a borrowed copy, but buy one. If the bed is a double bed, buy two. ~Christopher Morley, "Instructions," Mince Pie: Adventures on the Sunny Side of Grub Street, 1919

With whom I listen to the birds,
name the wild flowers,
and count the stars.

~Hal Borland, This World of Wonder, 1973

For Barbara, especially in Autumn
I gave you emeralds in May and amethysts in June;
July I gave you turquoise skies and silver stars and moon.
December will bring Diamonds, but before the frosty cold
I give you coal-hot rubies and October's molten gold.
~Hal Borland, Sundial of the Seasons, 1964

Gentle Reader, — It is customary to omit prefaces. I beg you to make an exception in my particular case; I have something I really want to say. ~Harriet Beecher Stowe, Oldtown Folks, 1869

APPENDIX. (This part of the book may be cut out.) ~Noah Lott (George V. Hobart), The Silly Syclopedia, 1905

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