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Roald Dahl
 
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
These two very old people are the father and mother of Mr. Bucket.
 
 
The Man With the Dancing Eyes
In the golden half-light of a midsummer's evening, the sort where any kind of magic can occur, and
 
 
Diane of the Green Van
Spring was stealing lightly over the Connecticut hills, a shy, tender thing of delicate green wing
Portrait de Dante
 
The Divine Comedy
Midway in our life's journey, I went astray
  from the straight road and woke to find
 
The New Life
In that part of the book of my memory before the which is little that can be read, there is a rubr
Edwidge Danticat by David Shankbone
 
Breath, Eyes, Memory
A flattened and drying daffodil was dangling off the little card that I had made my aunt Atie for
 
 
Amber Brown is Not a Crayon
In just ten minutes, our entire class is getting on a plane for our flight to China.
 
 
The Geography of the Imagination
The difference between the Parthenon and the World Trade Center, between a French wine glass and a
 
 
East Side, West Side
Jessie Bourne like to wake very slowly in the morning, gradually feeling the coming to life of eac
 
The Constant Image
The last moment before the house went dark was pure enchantment. All had been splendour and brill
 
The Valley of Decision
At nine o'clock on the morning of September nineteenth, in the year 1873, a young girl walked slow
 
 
Fifth Business
My lifelong involvement with Mrs. Dempster began at 5.58 o'clock p.m. on 27 December 1908, at which
 
Murther and Walking Spirits
I was never so amazed in my life as when the Sniffer drew his concealed weapon from its case and s
 
The Cunning Man
Should I have taken the false teeth?
 
The Manticore
"When did you decide you should come to Zrich, Mr. Staunton?"
 
The Rebel Angels
"Parlabane is back."
 
World of Wonders
"Of course he was a charming man."
William Henry Davies
 
The Autobiography of a Supertramp
I was born thirty-five years ago, in a public house called the Church House, in the town of N---, in
 
 
The Melting of Molly
Yes, I truly think that in all the world there is nothing so dead as a young widow's deceased husb
 
 
The Pretenders
Everyone assumed the funeral would be held at Frank E. Campbell's. During his lifetime, Harry ha
RHD1890
 
Soldiers of Fortune
"It is so good of you to come early," said Mrs. Porter, as Alice Langham entered the drawing-room.
ConingsbyDawson
 
The Coast of Folly
She awoke reluctantly, drawing the sheets closer in an effort to avoid the dazzling shaft of sunli
 
The Kingdom Round the Corner
It was on a blustering March morning in 1919 that Tabs regained his freedom. His last five months
Honoré de Balzac (1842)
 
Cousin Betty
One day, about the middle of July 1838, one of the carriages, then lately introduced to Paris cabstands, and known as Milords, was driving down the Rue de lUniversite, conveying a stout man of middle height in the uniform of a captain of the National Guard.
 
Eugenie Grandet
There are houses in certain provincial towns whose aspect inspires melancholy, akin to that called f
 
Pere Goriot
Mme. Vauquer (nee de Conflans) is an elderly person, who for the past forty years has kept a lodging
Simone De Beuvoir
 
The Mandarins
Henri found himself looking at the sky again--a clear, black crystal dome overhead.
 
 
The Spike
( with )
Jammed against the big bell tower by the press of students around <br />him in the middle of Sproul Plaz
Cervates jauregui
 
Don Quixote
At a village of La Mancha, whose name I do not wish to remember, there lived a little while ago one
Warwick Deeping 1932
 
Doomsday
Someone had asked Mary Viner as a child why she so disliked going to school, and had received the
 
Exile
She had been christened Barbara Irene. But, since the family name was Brown, she had taken to her
 
Old Pybus
Mr. Conrad Pybus collected pictures, and being the possessor of two "Constables," and three "Cotma
 
Old Wine and New
The street was as black as a tunnel.
 
Roper's Row
The girl was tempted by the open door. It was unusual for Hazzard to leave his door open. His ha
 
Sorrell and Son
Sorrell was trying to fasten the straps of the little brown portmanteau, but since the portmanteau
 
The Bridge of Desire
Visitors from the Hotel Leopardi who climbed the mule path that went winding up the hillside throu
Daniel Defoe Kneller Style
 
Moll Flanders
My true name is so well-known in the Records, or Registers at Newgate...
 
Robinson Crusoe
I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my f
 
The Farther Adventures of Robinson Crusoe
That homely proverb, used on so many occasions in England, viz. "That what is bred in the bone will
 
 
Bomber
It was a bomber's sky: dry air, wind enough to clear the smoke, cloud broken enough to recognize a
 
Catch a Falling Spy
"Smell that air," said Major Mann.
 
The Ipcress File
They came through on the hot line at about half past two in the afternoon.
 
 
The Honest Whore, Part One
Behold, yon comet shows his head again;
  Twice hath he thus at cross-turns thrown on
Margaret Deland portrait
 
The Awakening of Helena Ritchie
Dr. Lavendar and Goliath had toiled up the hill to call on old Mr. Benjamin Wright; when they jogg
 
The Iron Woman
"Climb up this tree, and play house!" Elizabeth Ferguson commanded.
Mazo de la Roche
 
Finch's Fortune
Nicholas and Ernest Whiteoak were having tea together in Ernest's room. Ernest thought he felt on
 
Jalna
Wakefield Whiteoak ran on and on, faster and faster, till he could run no farther.
 
The Master of Jalna
Renny Whiteoak stood with his brows drawn together but a smile softening his lips while a wire-hai
Don delillo nyc 02
 
Underworld
I was driving a Lexus through a rustling wind.
 
White Noise
The station wagons arrived at noon, a long shining line that coursed through the west campus.
  (Also known as: Ruth Greenberg)
 
The Woman Next Door
Graham O'Leary shoveled dirt with a vengeance, pushing himself until his muscles ached, because he
 
 
Greenmantle
Frankie followed the moving van down the short driveway and watched it head off down the road; the
 
Greenmantle
MALTA, AUGUST 1983
  By the time Eddie "the Squeeze" Pinelli was five
 
Memory and Dream
September 1992
  Katharine Mully had been dead for five years and two months, the m
 
Moonheart
Sara Kendell once read somewhere that the tale of the world is like a tree. The tale, she underst
 
Mulengro
Janfri Yayal watched his house burn down without expression.
 
Someplace to Be Flying
Newford, Late August 1996
  The streets were still wet but the storm clouds had moved
 
The Little Country
There were two things Janey Little loved best in the world: music and books, and not necessarily
 
Trader
If dreams can be portents of what is to come, then I had my fair share if forewarning before my li
 
Yarrow
Old ghosts lived behind Cat Midhir's eyes, memories that had no home until they came to haunt her.
 
 
Greatheart
Biddy Maloney stood at the window of her mistress's bedroom, and surveyed the world with eyes of s
 
The Bars of Iron
"Fight? I'll fight you with pleasure, but I shall probably kill you if I do. Do you want to be k
 
The Bars of Iron
It was certainly not Caesar's fault.
 
The Hundredth Chance
"My dear Maud, I hope I am not lacking in proper pride. But it is an accepted--though painful--fa
 
The Lamp in the Desert
A great roar of British voices pierced the jewelled curtain of the Indian night. A toast with mus
Vina Delmar in Sadie McKee trailer
 
Bad Girl
Some one had brought a ukulele. Some one who hit the strings with a gay discordancy, a gleeful in
Guy de Maupassant fotograferad av Félix Nadar 1888
 
Bel-Ami
When the cashier had given him change for his 5-franc piece, Georges Duroy left the restaurant.
 
The Flayed Hand
One evening about eight months ago I met with some college comrades at the lodgings of our friend
 
 
Plum Island
Through my binoculars, I could see this nice forty-something-foot cabin cruiser anchored a few hundr
 
 
Around the World with Auntie Mame
Christmas is nearly here and I look forward to it more and more with loathing.
 
Auntie Mame
It has rained all day. Not that I mind rain, but this is the day I promised to put up the screens
 
 
The Mean Streets
He came tearing down the street with his newspaper in his hand, looking back over his shoulder, and
 
 
Paris Trout
In the spring of that year an epidemic of rabies broke out in Ether County, Georgia.
Anita Diamant crop
 
The Red Tent
Their stories began with the day that my father appeared. Rachel came running into camp, knees fl
 
 
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep
A merry surge of electricity piped by automated alarm from the mood organ beside his bed awakened
 
The Man in the High Castle
For a week Mr. R. Childan had been anxiously watching the mail. But the valuable shipment from th
Dickens Gurney head
 
A Christmas Carol
Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that.
 
A Christmas Tree
I have been looking on, this eveining, at a merry company of children assembled round that pretty Ge
 
A Message from the Sea
"And a mighty sing'lar and pretty place it is, as ever I saw in all the days of my life!" said Capta
 
A Tail of Two Cities
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foo
 
Barnaby Rudge
In the year 1775, ther stood upon the borders of Epping Forrest, at a distance of about twelve miles
 
Bleak House
London. Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln's Inn Hall.
 
David Copperfield
Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.
 
Doctor Marigold
I am a Cheap Jack, and my father's name was William Marigold
 
Dombey and Son
Dombey sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great armchair by the bedside, and Son lay tuck
 
George Silverman's Explanation
It happened in this wise -
 
Going into Society
At one of its reverses, the House fell into the occupation of a Showman.
 
Great Expectations
My father's family name being Pirrip, and my christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of b
 
Hard Times
"Now, what I want is Facts,"
 
Holiday Romance
This beginning-part is not made out of anybody's head, you know.
 
Hunted Down
Most of us see some romances in life.
 
Little Dorrit
Thirty years ago, Marseilles lay burning in the sun, one day.
 
Martin Chuzzlewit
As no lady or gentleman, with any claims to polite breading, can possible sympathise with the Chuzzl
 
Master Humphrey's Clock
The reader must not expect to know where I live.
 
Mrs. Lirriper's Legacy
Ah! It's pleasant to drop into my own easy-chair my dear though a little palpitating what with trott
 
Mrs. Lirriper's Lodgings
Whoever would begin to be worried with letting Lodgings that wasn't a lone woman with a living to ge
 
Mugby Junction
"Guard! What place is this?"
 
Nicholas Nickleby
There once lived, in a sequestered part of the county of Devonshire, one Mr. Godfrey Nickleby: a wor
 
No Thoroughfare
Day of the month and year, November the thirtieth, one thousand eight hundred and thirty-five.
 
Nobody's Story
He lived on the bank of a mighty river, broad and deep, which was always silently rolling on to a va
 
Oliver Twist
Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain
 
Our Mutual Friend
In these times of ours, though concerning the exact year there is no need to be precise, a boat of d
 
Pictures from Italy
If the readers of this volume will be so kind as to take their credentials for the different places
 
Sketches by Boz
How much is conveyed in those two short words - "The Parish!"
 
Sketches of Young Couples
There is to be a wedding this morning at the corner house in the terrace.
 
Sketches of Young Gentlemen
We found ourself seated at a small dinner party the other day, opposite a stranger of such singular
 
Somebody's Luggage
The writer of these humble lines being a Waiter, and having come of a family of Waiters, and owning
 
Sunday under Three Heads
There are few things from which I derive greater pleasure, than walking through some of the principa
 
The Battle of Life
Once upon a time, it matters little when, and in stalwart England, it matters little where, a fierce
 
The Child's Story
Once upon a time, a good many years ago, there was a traveller, and he set out upon a journey.
 
The Chimes
There are not many people - and it is desireable that a story-teller and a story-reader should estab
 
The Cricket on the Hearth
The kettle began it!
 
The Haunted House
Under none of the accredited ghostly circumstances, and environed by none of the conventional ghostl
 
The Haunted Man
Everybody said so.
 
The Holly-Tree
I have kept one secret in the course of my life.
 
The Lamplighter
'If you talk of Murphy and Francis Moore, gentlemen,' said the lamplighter who was in the chair, 'I
 
The Lazy Tour of Two Idle Apprentices
In the autumn month of September, eighteen hundred and fifty-seven, wherein these presents bear date
 
The Mystery of Edwin Drood
An ancient English Cathederal Tower?
 
The Old Curiosity Shop
Night is generally my time for walking.
 
The Perils of Certain English Prisoners
It was in the year of our Lord one thousand seven hundred and forty-four, that I, Gill Davis to comm
 
The Pickwick Papers
The first ray of light which illumines the gloom, and converts into a dazzling brilliancy that obsc
 
The Poor Relation's Story
He was very reluctant to take precedence of so many respected members of the family, by beginning th
 
The Schoolboy's Story
Being rather young at present - I am getting on in years, but still I am rather young - I have no pa
 
The Seven Poor Travellers
Strictly speaking, there were only six Poor Travellers;but, being a Traveller myself, though an idle
 
The Uncommercial Traveller
Allow me to introduce myself - first negatively.
 
The Wreck of the Golden Mary
I was apprenticed to the Sea when I was twelve years old, and I have encountered a great deal of rou
 
To be Read at Dusk
One, two, three, four, five. There were five of them.
 
Tom Tiddler's Ground
"And why Tom tiddler's ground?" asked the Traveller.
 
What Christmas is as We Grow Older
Time was, with most of us, when Christmas Day encircling all our limited world like a magic ring, le
 
 
Deliverance
It unrolled slowly, forced to show its colors, curling and snapping back whenever one of us turned
 
 
The Poison Oracle
With as much passion as his tepid nature was ever likely to generate, Wesley Morris stared at Dinah
Denis Diderot 111
 
Memoirs of a Nun
The Marquis de Croismare's reply, if he does reply, will serve as the opening lines of this tale.
Karen Blixen and Thomas Dinesen 1920s
 
Out of Africa
I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills. The Equator runs across these highlands,
 
Seven Gothic Tales
During the first quarter of the last century, seaside resorts became the fashion, even in those co
Benjamin Disraeli by Cornelius Jabez Hughes, 1878
 
Sybil, or The Two Nations
"I'll take the odds against Caravan."
 
 
Lost at the South Pole
'So you'd like to go on that expedition to the South Pole, would you, Ted?' asked Walter Hapworth, a
Thomas Dixon 1916
 
The Clansman
The fair girl who was playing a banjo and singing to the wounded soldiers suddenly stopped, and, t
 
The One Woman
"Quick--a glass of water!" A man sprang to his feet, beckoning to an usher.
  When
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Ragtime
In 1902 Father built a house at the crest of the Broadview Avenue hill in New Rochelle, New York.
 
World's Fair
I was born on Clinton Street in the Lower East Side.
 
 
This House of Sky
Soon before daybreak on my sixth birthday, my mother's breathing wheezed more raggedly than ever,
Stephen R Donaldson
 
White Gold Wielder: The Second Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, Book Three
Awkward without its midmast, Starfare's Gem turned heavily toward the north, putting its stern to
 
 
The Ginger Man
It was a steep hill up to Balscaddoom
 
 
1919
Oh the infantree the infantree<br />With the dirt behind their ears<br /><br />ARMIES CLASH AT VERDUN IN GLOBE'S
 
The 42nd Parallel
It was that emancipated race
  That was chargin up the hill
   
 
The Big Money
Charley Anderson lay in his bunk in a glary red buzz.
 
U.S.A.
The young man walks fast by himself through the crowd that thins into the night streets; feet are
Vasily Perov - Портрет Ф.М.Достоевского - Google Art Project
 
Crime and Punishment
On an exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came out of the garret in which he lodge
 
Demons
In setting out to describe the recent and very strange events that took place in our town, hithert
 
Notes from the Underground
I am a sick man. . . . I am a spiteful man. I'm an unattractive man. I think there is something
 
The Brothers Karamazov
Alexey Fyodorovitch Karamazov was the third son of Fyodor Pavlovitch Karamazov, a landowner well k
 
The Idiot
Towards the end of November, during a warm spell, at around nine o'clock in the morning, a train o
 
 
Disputed Passage
It was two o'clock in the afternoon of the last Thursday in September, opening day of the fall sem
 
Forgive Us Our Trespasses
The new-laid harvest straw beneath the faded red carpet rustled crisply under Martha's shapeless f
 
Green Light
Uncommonly sensitive to her owner's moods--for he had imputed personality to her--Dr. Paige's raki
 
Magnificent Obsession
It had lately become common chatter at Brightwood Hospital--better known for three hundred miles a
 
The Big Fisherman
It was a calm, early summer noon in the southern mountains of Arabia.
 
The Robe
Because she was only fifteen and busy with her growing up, Lucia's periods of reflection were brie
 
White Banners
After so long a pause that Marcia felt sure whoever it was must have gone away, the front doorbell
Theodore Dreiser
 
An American Tragedy
Dusk--of a summer night.
 
Jennie Gerhardt
One morning, in the fall of 1880, a middle-aged woman, accompanied by a young girl of eighteen, pr
 
Sister Carrie
When Caroline Meeber boarded the afternoon train for Chicago, her total outfit consisted of a smal
 
Twelve Men
In any group of men I have ever known, speaking from the point of view of character and not that o
Richard Dreyfuss Cannes 2013
 
The Two Georges
( with )
Thomas Bushnell bent over the little desk in his stateroom, drafting yet another report.
 
 
A Shade of Difference
In the great pearl-gray slab of a room that is the North Delegates' Lounge of the United Nations i
 
Advise and Consent
When Bob Munson awoke in his apartment at the Sheraton-Park Hotel at seven thirty-one in the morni
 
Capable of Honor
"The latest wacky rumor in this wacky city [reported one of the Washington Evening Star's m
 
Preserve and Protect
Sometimes he read.
WEB DuBois 1918
 
The Souls of Black Folk
Herein lie buried many things which if read with patience may show the strange meaning of being bl
AndreDubusIII03
 
House of Sand and Fog
The fat one, the Radish Torez, he calls me Camel, because I am Persian and because I can bear this
Nadar - Alexander Dumas père (1802-1870) - Google Art Project 2
 
Louise de la Valliere
Raoul and the Comte de la F?re reached Paris the evening of the same day on which Buckingham had had
 
Otho, the Archer
Towards the end of the year 1340, on a cold but still beautiful Autumn night, a horseman was ridin
 
The Black Tulip
On the 20th of August, 1672, the city of the Hague, always so lively, so neat, and so trim that on
 
The Conspirators
On the 22d of March, in the year of our Lord 1718, a young cavalier of high bearing, about twenty-
 
The Corsican Brothers
During the early part of the month of March, in the year 1841, I traveled in Corsica.
 
The Count of Monte Cristo
On the 24th of February, 1810, the look-out at Notre-Dame de la Garde signalled the three-master,
 
The Forty-Five Guardsmen
On the 26th of October, in the year 1585, the barriers of the gate of Saint Antoine were still clo
 
The Man in the Iron Mask
Since Aramis's singular transformation into a confessor of the order, Baisemeaux was no longer the
 
The Queen's Necklace
The winter of 1784, that monster which devoured a sixth of France, we could not see, although he g
 
The Three Musketeers
On the first Monday of the month of April, 1625, the market town of Meung, in which the author of
 
The Vicomte de Bragelonne
Towards the middle of the month of May, in the year 1660, at nine o'clock in the morning, when the s
 
Twenty Years After
In a splendid chamber of the Palais Royal, formerly styled the Palais Cardinal, a man was sitting
Young Daphne du Maurier
 
Hungry Hill
On the third of March 1820, John Brodrick set out from Andriff to <br />Doonhaven, intending to cover th
 
Mary Anne
Years later, when she had gone and was no longer part of their <br />lives, the thing they remembered ab
 
My Cousin Rachel
They used to hang men at Four Turnings in the old days.
 
Rebecca
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderly again.
 
The Glass-Blowers
One day in the June of 1844 Madame Sophie Duval, nee Busson, <br />eighty years of age and mother of the
 
The House on the Strand
The first thing I noticed was the clarity of the air, and then <br />the sharp green colour of the land.
 
The King's General
September 1653. The last of summer. The first chill winds of autumn.
 
The Parasites
It was Charles who called us the parasites.
 
The Scapegoat
I left the car by the side of the cathedral, and then walked down <br />the steps into the Place des Jac
 
 
The Brothers K
Papa is in his easy chair, reading the Sunday sports page. I am lying across his lap.
 
 
Geek Love
"When your mama was the geek, my dreamlets," Papa would say, "she made the nipping off of noggins
 
 
Niccolò Rising
From Venice to Cathay, from Seville to the Gold Coast of Africa, men anchored their ships and opened
Marguerite Duras 1993
 
The Lover
One day, I was already old, in the entrance of a public place a man came up to me. He introduced
Λώρενς Ντάρρελ
 
Bitter Lemons
Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to t
 
The Alexandria Quartet
The sea is high again today, with a thrilling flush of wind.
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