james riley
Born sometime in 1777 in Middletown, James Riley went on to work as a writer during a period when American literary life was still finding its footing in the young republic.
The facts that survive about Riley are spare. He was born in 1777 — with some sources pointing to late October of that year — and spent his life as a writer. Beyond those anchors, the documentary record available here offers little detail about the specific works he produced, the circles he moved in, or the events that shaped his career. What can be said plainly is that he lived and worked through a stretch of American history that ran from the Revolutionary era well into the antebellum period, a span of more than six decades that ended with his death in March 1840.
Riley died on March 13, 1840, closing a life that had begun in Middletown and unfolded across the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries. He was a writer, and that designation — however briefly it lands here — is the clearest label the surviving record attaches to his name. His birth in 1777 and death in 1840 mark the outer edges of what can be stated with confidence, leaving the substance of his writing life to sources beyond what the current evidence supports.
Quotes by james riley
The others just stopped and stared at him. “Correct me if I be wrong, little man,” Bluebeard said, “but ye do be wishin’ to live, aye? And ye do know that the Fish King will gut ye like a trout if he gets ahold a’ye?” “Basically Bluebeard’s calling you stupid,” May translated helpfully.
You are awake,” Phillip said from his side. “I feared you were permanently injured.” “The day’s still young,” Jack told him, his head.
Fakin’? No,” the captain said, giving her a careful stare. “But don’t be misunderestimatin’ Captain Bluebeard anytime soon, lassie. I don’t be who ye think I be!” “You be someone without a good grasp on yer grammar, is who I think ye be,” May pointed out.
He frantically tried to bite his lips closed to keep from saying anything else, but his lips just pushed out into a fish-face expression to escape his teeth. Ugh, those clever lips of his!
The world must never find out my secret identity,” Doc Twilight said as he pulled off his mask. “For what would they think if they knew that Christian Sanderson, astronomer of Jupiter City, was actually Doc Twilight?