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Peter Rabe
A House in Naples
The warm palm of land cupped the water to make a bay, and that's where Naples was.
Anatomy of a Killer
When he was done in the room he stepped away quickly because the other man was falling his way.
It is a sin to write this.
Atlas Shrugged
Who is John Galt?
Atlas Shrugged
"Who is John Galt?"
The Fountainhead
Howard Roark laughed.
  He stood naked at the edge of a cliff.
We the Living
Petrograd smelt of carbolic acid.
The Wind Done Gone
Today is the anniversary of my birth. I have twenty-eight years. This diary and the pen I am wri
The Hanging Garden
John Rebus kissed his daughter.
 Lev Raphael
The German Money
I used to think that some people had a true gift for life, more than just a talent or even a skill
Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
The Yearling
A column of smoke rose thin and straight from the cabin chimney.
I Was Dora Suarez
Interrupted by her because she had come to see what was happening next door while he was still finis
Hard Cash
In a snowy villa, with a sloping lawn, just outside the great commercial seaport, Barkington, ther
It Is Never Too Late to Mend
George Fielding cultivated a small farm in Berkshire.
Peg Woffington
About the middle of the last century, at eight o'clock in the evening, in a large but poor apartme
The Cloister and the Hearth
Not a day passes over the earth, but men and women of no note do great deeds, speak great words, a
Official Portrait of President Reagan 1981
Ronald Reagan: An American Life
If I'd gotten the job I wanted at Montgomery Ward, I suppose I would never have left Illinois.
City of Night
Later I would think of America as one vast City of Night stretching gaudily from Times Square to H
The Celestine Prophecy
I drove up to the restaurant and parked, then leaned back in my seat to think for a moment. Charl
The Tenth Insight
I walked out to the edge of the granite overhang and looked northward at the scene below. Stretch
The khaki staff car rolled to a halt, and after some hesitation the Royal Marine driver offered, "No
Mayne Reid
The Headless Horseman
On the great plain of Texas, about a hundred miles southward from the old Spanish town of San Antonio de Bejar, the noonday sun is shedding his beams from a sky of cerulean brightness.
The Odd Sea
Years ago, on New Year's Day, my older brother, Ethan, and I went skating on a river.
Erich Maria Remarque1
All Quiet on the Western Front
We are at rest five miles behind the front.
Arch of Triumph
The woman veered toward Ravic. She walked quickly, but with a peculiar stagger. Ravic first noti
The Road Back
What is still left of Number 2 Platoon is quartered in a stretch of battered trench behind the lin
Funeral Games
The ziggurat of Bel-Marduk has been half-ruinous for a century and a half, ever since Xerxes had hum
The King Must Die
The Citadel of Troizen, where the Palace stands, was built by giants before anyone remembers.
The Praise Singer
"A good song, I think."
Curious George
This is George. He lived in Africa.
Wide Sargasso Sea
They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did.
Rice Alice Caldwell Hegan
Lovey Mary
Everything about Lovey Mary was a contradiction, from her hands and feet, which seemed to have bee
An English mist was rolling lazily inland from the sea. It half enveloped the two great ocean lin
Anne Rice
Interview with the Vampire
"I see . . ." said the vampire thoughtfully, and slowly he walked across the room towards the wind
In the beginning was the voice of Father.
The Queen of the Damned
I'm the Vampire Lestat. Remember me? The vampire who became a super rock star, the one who wrote
The Tale of the Body Thief
The Vampire Lestat here. I have a story to tell you. It's about something that happened to me
The Witching Hour
The Doctor woke up afraid. He had been dreaming of the old house in New Orleans again. He had se
The Golden Butterfly
( with )
The largest and most solid of all the substantial houses in Carnarvon Square, Bloomsbury, is Number
Rare Birds
As if being unbandaged, coming through gauze, Dave Purcell emerged from a deep trance.
Dino Tomasso braked before the high, familiar gates with the coupling snakes woven into the wrough
The Waters of Kronos
For seven days the man who lived by the Western Sea had driven eastward toward the place where he
Mary Roberts Rinehart
A Poor Wise Man
The city turned its dreariest aspect toward the railway station; blackened walls, irregular and il
Dangerous Days
Natalie Spenser was giving a dinner. She was not an easy hostess.
The Street stretched away north and south in two lines of ancient houses that seemed to meet in th
Lost Ecstasy
When old Lucius Dowling lay dying he sent for his will and reread it.
The Amazing Interlude
The stage on which we play our little dramas of life and love has for most of us but one setting.
The Breaking Point
"Heaven and earth," sang the tenor, Mr. Henry Wallace, owner of the Wallace garage. His larynx, w
The Circular Staircase
This is the story of how a middle-aged spinster lost her mind, deserted her domestic gods in the cit
The Doctor
Young Doctor Arden was gong through the process of reorienting himself after a night's sleep.
The Door
I have wrenched knee, and for the past two weeks my days have consisted of three trays, two of the
The Man in Lower Ten
McKnight is gradually taking over the criminal end of the business.
The Window at the White Cat
In my criminal work anything that wears skirts is a lady, until the law proves her otherwise. Fro
When a Man Marries
When the dreadful thing occurred that night, every one turned on me. The injustice of it hurt me
This will be over soon, and then I can go home to Tara.
Joan Rivers 2010 - David Shankbone
The Life and Hard Times of Heidi Abromowitz
Can we talk? When someone mentions the name of Heidi Abromowitz, words such as "virtuous," "chast
The Life and Hard Times of Heidi Abromowitz
Everyone in Larchmont knew that Heidi was a tramp the day she came home from the hospital.
Amélie Rives 001
Virginia of Virginia
"It's a girl," said Roden, laying a wager with himself. "No; it's a boy. Hanged if it isn't a gi
Hallie Erminie Rives
Satan Sanderson
"To my son Hugh, in return for the care and sorrow he has caused me all the days of his life, f
The Kingdom of Slender Swords
Barbara leaned against the palpitant rail, the light air fanning her breeze-cool cheek, her arteri
The Valiants of Virginia
"Failed!" ejaculated John Valiant blankly, and the hat he held dropped to the claret-colored rug l
Tom Robbins
Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
Amoebae leave no fossils.
Jitterbug Perfume
The beet is the most intense of vegetables.
Still Life with Woodpecker
In the last quarter of the twentieth century, at a time when Western civilization was declining too
Dreams Die First
It was five o'clock in the afternoon when I woke up. The room stank of stale cigarettes and cheap
Goodbye, Janette
He was nervous. She could see that in the way he paced around the room, occasionally going to the
Memories of Another Day
The last time I saw my father, he was lying quietly on his back in his coffin, his eyes closed, an
Still Life With Woodpecker
In the last quarter of the twentieth century, at a time when Western civilization was declining to
The Adventurers
It was ten years after the violence in which he died. And his time on this earth was over.
The Betsy
I was sitting up in bed, sipping hot coffee, when the nurse came into the room. The English girl
The Carpetbaggers
The sun was beginning to fall from the sky into the white Nevada desert as Reno came up beneath me
The Inheritors
I was on my third cup of coffee when the telephone began to ring. I let it ring. You wait three
The Lonely Lady
She sat at the top of the stairs and cried.
The Pirate
The needlepoint spray of the shower on his scalp drowned out the <br />sound of the four big jet engines.
Bargain Basement
Colonel Ankerdine and his wife arrived late for the sale at Tranmore Court.
Durnovaria, England, 1968.
  The appointed morning came, and they buried Eli Stran
Boon Island
Greenwich, for all its faults, was a fascinating place, and I always left it with regret, especial
Lydia Bailey
I'm not over-enthusiastic about books that teach or preach, but I may as well admit in the beginni
Northwest Passage
This book has not been written to prove a case.
Oliver Wiswell
My father, Seaton Wiswell of Milton and Boston, was an attorney.
A Gentleman Adventurer: The Arctic Diaries of Richard Bonnycastle
Edmonton; June 19: Mr. Conn and I paid a courtesy call at the Fur Trade office, and left what clothi
Henry Reed's Baby-Sitting Service
Well, here I am back in Grover's Corner, New Jersey.
Henry Reed's Big Show
Here I am in Grover's Corner again and it's good to be back.
Henry Reed, Inc.
My name is Henry Harris Reed and this is my journal.
Land of Always-Night
It is somewhat ridiculous to say that a human hand can resemble a butterfly.
Murder Melody
The earth shook.
The Fantastic Island
The disappearance of William Harper Littlejohn attracted no public attention whatever.
The Spook Legion
Leo Bell was a counter clerk in a Boston telegraph office.
The Best Christmas Pageant Ever
The Hermans were absolutely the worst kids in the history of the world. They lied and stole and smok
The Cardinal
What, bottle-green in color, arkish in shape, cranky in motion, and dilapidated in repose, was a familiar feature of the Mystic River flatlands between Boston and Medford during the early years of the present century?
First you fall in love with Antarctica, then it breaks your heart.
Marilynne Robinson
My name is Ruth. I grew up with my sister, Lucille, under the care of my grandmother, Mrs. Sylvia Fo
Giants in the Earth
Bright, clear sky over a plain so wide that the rim of the heavens cut down on it around the entire
Peder Victorious
The moment the sun lifted his red face above the horizon, Peder <br />was up; and in summer, just after
Mr. and Mrs. Cugat
Mr. Cugat was a little older than Mrs. Cugat, so that there had been a period of several years dur
As For Me and My House
Philip has thrown himself across the bed and fallen asleep, his clothes on still, one of his long le
Looking for Mr. Goodbar
Gary Cooper White was born in Jersey City, New Jersey.
Edmond Rostand en habit vert 01
Cyrano de Bergerac
The Doorkeeper: Stop! You haven't paid your fifteen sols!
Call It Sleep
The small white steamer, Peter Stuyvesant, that delivered the immigrants from the stench and throb
Requiem for Harlem
Ira Stigman's legs were weary, legs and feet and instep, but the long march was well worth its fatig
Joseph Roth (1926)
The Radetzky March
The Trottas were a young dynasty. Their progenitor had been knighted after the Battle of Solferin
Phillip Roth - 1973
American Pastoral
The Swede. During the war years, when I was still a grade school boy, this was a magical name in
Goodbye, Columbus
The first time I saw Brenda she asked me to hold her glasses.
Portnoy's Complaint
She was so deeply imbedded in my conciousness that for the first year of school I seem to have belie
Sabbath's Theater
Either forswear fucking others or the affair is over.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau (painted portrait)
God makes all things good; man meddles with them and they become evil.
The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau
I have begun on a work which is without precedent, whose accomplishment will have no imitator. I
J. K. Rowling 2010
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Not for the first time, a row had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
The police had never read an odder report.
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways.
The Casual Vacancy
Barry Fairbrother did not want to go out to dinner.
Arundhati Roy W
The God of Small Things
May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month.
Poor No More
Young Sam Price stepped out of a patch of gray-dusty, dry-scraggly mesquite.
Something of Value
Peter McKenzie stripped off his faded shorts and his green drill shirt and reached for a bowl of o
White Light
Then it rained for a month.
Desert of the Heart
Conventions, like clichés, have a way of surviving their own usefulness.
The Helmet of Navarre
At the stair-foot the landlord stopped me.
  "Here, lad, take a candle. The stairs a
In Africa, you want more, I think.
Salman Rushdie 2012 Shankbone-2
Midnight's Children
I was born in the city of Bombay . . . once upon a time. No, that won't do, there's no getting aw
The Satanic Verses
"To be born again " sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, "first you have to die."
Babe Ruth2
The Babe Ruth Story
I was a bad kid.
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