Stephen Crane

Person · Open Library

Born

1 November 1871

Died

5 June 1900

Works

847

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Music · MusicBrainz

Type

Person

Country

US

Active from

1871-11-01

Active to

1900-06-05

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Stephen Crane (November 1, 1871 – June 5, 1900) was an American novelist, short story writer, poet and journalist. Prolific throughout his short life, he wrote notable works in the Realist tradition as well as early examples of American Naturalism and Impressionism. He is recognized by modern critics as one of the most innovative writers of his generation. The eighth surviving child of highly devout parents, Crane was raised in several New Jersey towns and Port Jervis, New York. <a href="https:/

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Recent publications · Crossref

5 total works indexed

1. Basic local alignment search tool

   · 1990 · cited 79,996x

2. Convex Optimization

   · 2004 · cited 40,476x

3. Swin Transformer: Hierarchical Vision Transformer using Shifted Windows

   · 2021 · cited 27,613x

4. Adsorption of Gases in Multimolecular Layers

   · 1938 · cited 24,318x

5. Some Tests of Specification for Panel Data: Monte Carlo Evidence and an Application to Employment Equations

   · 1991 · cited 22,863x

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Quotes

• “Every sin is the result of a collaboration.”
• “Unwind my riddle. Cruel as hawks the hours fly; Wounded men seldom come home to die; The hard waves see an arm flung high; Scorn hits strong because of a lie; Yet there exists a mystic tie. Unwind my riddle.”
• “The word is clear only to the kind who on peak or plain, from dark northern ice-fields to the hot wet jungles, through all wine and want, through lies and unfamiliar truth, dark or light, are governed by the unknown gods, and though each man knows the law, no man may give tongue to it.”
• “None of them knew the color of the sky. Their eyes glanced level, and were fastened upon the waves that swept toward them. These waves were of the hue of slate, save for the tops, which were of foaming white, and all of the men knew the colors of the sea. The horizon narrowed and widened, and dipped and rose, and at all times its edge was jagged with waves that seemed thrust up in points like rocks.”
• “A singular disadvantage of the sea lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wave you discover that there is another behind it just as important and just as nervously anxious to do something effective in the way of swamping boats.”
• “If I am going to be drowned — if I am going to be drowned — if I am going to be drowned, why, in the name of the seven mad gods, who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and contemplate sand and trees?”

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