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The Laughing Policeman
( with )
On the evening of the thirteenth of November it was pouring in Stockholm.
 Frederic Wakeman Snr.
 
The Hucksters
Victor Norman came awake quietly and looked at his watch. Twenty after nine. He glanced at the m
Alice Walker
 
Possessing the Secret of Joy
I did not realize for a long time that I was dead.
 
The Color Purple
You better not never tell nobody but God.
 
 
Winter Wheat
September is like a quiet day after a whole week of wind. I mean real wind that blows dirt into y
David Foster Wallace headshot 2006
 
Infinite Jest
I am seated in an office, surrounded by heads and bodies. My posture is consciously congruent to
 
 
The Chapman Report
Once a day, at exactly ten minutes to nine in the morning, a long, gray sight-seeing bus, streaked
 
The Fan Club
It was not long after daybreak this early June morning--ten minutes after seven o'clock, according
 
The Man
Standing there in the cold office, at this ungodly hour, no longer night, not yet day, she felt ap
 
The Plot
He stared ahead, waiting.
  There were late.
 
The Prize
The northern night had come early to Stockholm this day, and that meant that autumn was almost gon
 
The Seven Minutes
By eleven o'clock in the morning the sun had come out, and now the women of Oakwood, most of them
 
The Word
Just after he entered John F. Kennedy Airport, and as he was having his ticket to Chicago verified
Lewis Wallace
 
Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ
The Jebel es Zubleh is a mountain fifty miles and more in length, and so narrow that its tracery o
 
 
Slow Waltz in Cedar Bend
The Trivandrum Mail was on time. It came out of the jungle and pounded into Villupuram Jun
 
The Bridges of Madison County
On the morning of August 8, 1965, Robert Kincaid locked the door to his small two-room apartment on
 
 
The Castle of Otranto
Manfred, Prince of Otranto, had one son and one daughter: the latter, a most beautiful virgin, aged
Hwalpole
 
Rogue Herries
Over this country, when the giant Eagle flings the shadow of his wing, the land is darkened. S
 
Wintersmoon
"I am asking you again to marry me as I did a fortnight ago."
Mika Waltari
 
The Adventurer
I was born and bred in a distant region that cosmographers call Finlandia, a beautiful and far-flu
 
The Egyptian
I, Sinuhe, the son of Senmut and of his wife Kipa, write this. I do not write it to the glory of
 
The Wanderer
A decision once taken brings peace to a man's mind and eases his soul. With my brother Andy and m
Wambaugh (1)
 
The Choirboys
The Third Marines were bleeding and dying for three nameless hills north of Khe Sanh in 1967.
 
The Glitter Dome
It was six inches long. He stroked it lightly, but he could not conjure an appropriate response:
 
 
The Snake Pit
"Do you hear voices?" he asked.
Mary Augusta Ward00
 
Lady Rose's Daughter
"Hullo! No!--Yes!--upon my soul, it is Jacob! Why, Delafield, my dear fellow, how are you
 
Robert Elsmere
It was a brilliant afternoon towards the end of May. The spring had been unusually cold and late,
 
The Marriage of William Ashe
"He ought to be here," said Lady Tranmore, as she turned away from the window.
 
 
The Aerodrome
It would be difficult to overestimate the importance to me of the events which had taken place pre
Robert Penn Warren
 
A Place To Come To
I was the only boy, or girl either, in the public school in the town of Dugton, Claxford County, Ala
 
All the King's Men
To get there you follow Highway 58, going northeast out of the <br />city, and it is a good highway and new.
 Samuel Warren
 
10,000 a Year
About ten o'clock one Sunday morning, the dazzling sunbeams irradiating a dismal back attic in one
Sarah Waters
 
Fingersmith
My name, in those days, was Susan Trinder. People called me Sue.
Evelynwaugh
 
A Handful of Dust
"Was anyone hurt?"
  "No one I am thankful to say," said Mrs. Beaver, "except two h
 
A Little Learning
Only when one has lost all curiosity about the future has one reached the age to write an autobiog
 
Black Mischief
"We, Seth, Emperor of Azania, Chief of Chiefs of Sakuyu, Lord of Wanda and Tyrant of the Seas,
 
Brideshead Revisited
"I have been here before," I said; I had been there before; first with Sebastian more than twenty
 
Decline and Fall
Mr. Sniggs, the Junior Dean, and Mr. Postlethwaite, the Domestic Bursar, sat alone in Mr. Sniggs's
 
Scoop
While still a young man, John Courteney Boot had, as his publisher proclaimed, "achieved an assure
 
Sword of Honour
When Guy Crouchback's grandparents, Gervase and Hermione, came to Italy on their honeymoon, French
 
The Loved One
All day the head had been barely supportable but at evening a breeze arose in the West, blowing fr
 
The Ordeal of Gilbert Pinfold
It may happen in the next hundred years that the English novelists of the present day will come to
 Everett and Olga Webber
 
Rampart Street
New Orleans was a stinking pest hole in the summer, and only John Carrick's pride and his anger at E
Henry Kitchell Webster 1917
 
The Real Adventure
"Indeed," continued the professor, glancing demurely down at his notes, "if one were the editor of
Jean Webster
 
Dear Enemy
Dear Judy:
  Your letter is here. I have read it twice, and with amazement. Do I
 
 
The Enemy Camp
If it was trouble you were after, Miss Akst was your girl.
 
 
American Taboo
No one forgets his first foreign country.
 
 
Ann Veronica
One Wednesday afternoon in late September, Ann Veronica Stanley came down from London in a state of solemn excitement and quite resolved to have things out with her father that very evening.
 
In the Days of the Comet
I saw a gray-haired man a figure of hale age, sitting at a desk
and writing
.
 
Kipps
Until he was nearly arrived at manhood, it did not become clear to Kipps how it was that he had come
 
Mr. Britling Sees It Through
It was the sixth day of Mr. Direck's first visit to England, and he was at his acutest perception of
 
The Door in the Wall
One confidential evening, not three months ago, Lionel Wallace told me this story of the Door in the
 
The First Men in the Moon
As I sit down to write here amidst the shadows of vine-leaves
under the blue sky of southern Italy
 
The Food of the Gods
In the middle years of the nineteenth century there first became
abundant in this strange world of
 
The History of Mr. Polly
"Hole!" said said Mr Polly, and then for a change, and with greatly increased emphasis: "'Ole!"
 
The Invisible Man
The stranger came early in February one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the la
 
The Island of Doctor Moreau
On February the First 1887, the Lady Vain was lost by collision with a derelict when about the latit
 
The Shape of Things to Come
The unexpected death of Dr. Philip Raven at Geneva in November 1930 was a very grave loss to the Lea
 
The Time Machine
The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter
 
The War of the Worlds
No-one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being wat
 
Tono-Bungay
Most people in this world seem to live 'in character'; they have a beginning, a middle and an end, a
 
 
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
Tap-dancing child abuser. That's what The Sunday New York Times from March 8, 1973,
 
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
Sidda is a girl again in the hot heart of Louisiana, the bayou world of Catholic saints and voodoo
Irvine Welsh 2004
 
Trainspotting
The sweat wis lashing oafay Sick Boy; he wis trembling.
Eudora Welty at National Portrait Gallery IMG 4558
 
A Curtain of Green
Mrs. Watts and Mrs. Carson were both in the post office in Victory when the letter came from the E
 
The Optimist's Daughter
A nurse held the door open for them. Judge McKelva going first, then his daughter Laurel, then his w
Werfel
 
The Forty Days of Musa Dagh
"How did I get here?"
 
The Song of Bernadette
Francois Soubirous gets up in the dark. It is just six. Long ago he lost possession of the silve
 
 
Daughter of Silence
It was a bright noon, high summer, in the upland valleys of Tuscany: a torpid time, a season of d
 
The Ambassador
As a diplomat I have a good record. In his valedictory letter the President called it "a distingu
 
The Shoes of the Fisherman
The Pope was dead.
 
The Tower of Babel
The watcher on the hilltop settled himself against the snarled bole of an olive tree, tested his r
 
 
The Day of the Locust
Around quitting time, Tod Hackett heard a great din on the road outside his office. The groan of
Rebecca West
 
The Thinking Reed
The knocking on the door did not wake Isabelle because she had started up from sleep early that mo
Donald Westlake (Also known as: Tucker Coe, Richard Stark)
 
High Adventure
The girl was a real pest.
 
Kahawa
Each ant emerged from the skull bearing an infinitesimal portion of brain.
 
The Ax
I've never actually killed anybody before, murdered another person, snuffed out another human being.
Susan Warner 003
 
The Wide, Wide World
"MAMMA, what was that I heard papa saying to you this morning about his lawsuit?"
  
Stanley J Weyman
 
Ovington's Bank
It was market day in Aldersbury, the old county town of Aldshire, and the busiest hour of the day.
 
The Abbess Of Vlaye
Monsieur des Ageaux was a man of whom his best friends could not say that he shone, or tried to shin
 
The Castle Inn
About a hundred and thirty years ago, when the third George, whom our grandfathers knoew in his blin
 
Under the Red Robe
"Marked cards!"
Edith Newbold Jones Wharton
 
Ethan Frome
I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time
 
The Age of Innocence
On a January evening of the early seventies, Christine Nilsson was singing in Faust at the Academy of Music in New York.
 
The Custom of the Country
"Undine Spragg--how can you?" her mother wailed, raising a prematurely-wrinkled hand heavy
 
The House of Mirth
Selden paused in surprise. In the afternoon rush of the Grand Central Station his eyes had been r
 
The Reef
"Unexpected obstacle. Please dont come till thirtieth. Anna."
 
Twilight Sleep
Miss Bruss, the perfect secretary, received Nona Manford at the door of her mothers boudoir ("the
 
 
Fail-Safe
( with )
Peter Buck walked up to the N Street entrance of the While House. It was one of the hard, decepti
EB cropped
 
Charlotte's Web
"Where's Papa going with that ax?" said Fern to her mother as they were setting the table for breakf
 
Stuart Little
When Mrs. Frederick C. Little's second son arrived, everybody noticed that he was not much bigger th
Patrick White 1973
 
Riders in the Chariot
"Who was that woman?" asked Mrs. Colquhoun, a rich lady who had come recently to live at Sarsapari
Stewart edward white
 
The Silent Places
At about eight o'clock one evening of the early summer a group of men were seated on a grass plot
White-in-Boston-CollegeII
 
The Once and Future King
On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays it was Court Hand and Summulae Logicales, while the rest of the
George Whyte-Melville Vanity Fair 23 September 1871
 
Inside the Bar
"I hope you feel your arm a little easier, sir, this evening?" says Miss Lushington, reappearing i
 
Market Harborough
Most men have a sunny spot to which they look back in their existence, as most have an impossible
 
 
The Mouse That Roared
The Duchy of Grand Fenwick lies in a precipitous fold of the northern Alps and embraces in its tumbl
 
 
Unto This Hour
The road was blue with them.
 
 
Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm
The old stage coach was rumbling along the dusty road that runs from Maplewood to Riverboro. The
 
Rose o' the River
It was not long after sunrise, and Stephen Waterman, fresh from his dip in the river, had scramble
Oscar Wilde Sarony
 
The Picture Of Dorian Gray
The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst th
 
 
Little House in the Big Woods
Once upon a time, sixty years ago, a little girl lived in the Big Woods of Wisconsin, in a little gr
 
Little House on the Prairie
Pet and Patty began to trot briskly, as if they were glad, too. Laura held tight to the wagon bow
 
 
Heavens My Destination
One morning in the late summer of 1930 the proprietor and several guests at the Union Hotel at Cre
 
The Bridge of San Luis Rey
On Friday noon, July the twentieth, 1714, the finest bridge in all Peru broke and precipitated five
 
The Eighth Day
In the summer of 1902 John Barrington Ashley of Coaltown, a small mining center in southern Illinois
 
The Woman of Andros
The earth sighed as it turned in its course; the shadow of night crept gradually along the Mediter
 William Vaughan Wilkins
 
And So--Victoria
The great window-bay over the porch became a very private place after the waiter had drawn the cur
 
And So--Victoria
Mr. William Ross and George Higgins called on Monsieur de Boucher so early that he was still break
 
 
House Divided
Lucy Hanks, pulling corn, hating the weary task, moved slowly up the clearing. She wrenched off t
 
Leave Her to Heaven
Leick and the boatman adjusted a bridle on the canoe so that it would tow without yawing, and they
 
The Unconquered
They rode at a footpace, side by side, threading a way among the scuppernongs, and Travis Currain
 
 
Augustus
I was with him at Actium, when the sword struck fire from metal, and the blood of soldiers was awa
Kit Williams
 
Masquerade
Once upon a perfect night, unclouded and still, there came the face of a pale and beautiful lady.
 
 
Four Letters of Love
When I was twelve years old God spoke to my father for the first time.
Tennessee Williams NYWTS
 
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
One of those no-neck monsters hit me with a hot buttered biscuit so I have t' change!
 
 
The Hair of Harold Roux
Aaron Benham sits at his desk hearing the wrong voices.
 
 
Lord Loveland Discovers America
( with )
"Even the Last Resort has refused me." Loveland broke the news to <br />his mother when he had kissed h
 
The Princess Passes
( with )
"To your happiness," I said, lifting my glass, and looking the <br />girl in the eyes. She had the grac
 
 
Lord Loveland Discovers America
( with )
"Even the Last Resort has refused me." Loveland broke the news to <br />his mother when he had kissed h
 
The Princess Passes
( with )
"To your happiness," I said, lifting my glass, and looking the <br />girl in the eyes. She had the grac
 Marianne Williamson
 
A Return to Love
What happened to my generation is that we never grew up. The problem isn't that we're lost or apa
 
 
Doomsday Book
Mr. Dunworthy opened the door to the laboratory and his spectacles promptly steamed up.
 
To Say Nothing of the Dog
There were five of us - Carruthers and the new recruit and myself, and Mr. Spivens and the verger.
 
 
Gentlemen in England
Maudie Nettleship had two letters that day, but she read them in silence over the breakfast table, a
 
 
Late Call
Everywhere the clayey soil was baked as hard as rock, even in the farmyard and the pigsties where
 
The Old Men at the Zoo
I opened the large central window of my office room to its full on the fine early May morning. Th
Colin Wilson
 
The Outsider
At first sight, the Outsider is a social problem. He is the hole-in-corner man.
 
The Sex Diary of Gerard Sorme
For me, there is simply one objection to novels: they get nowhere.
 Harriet Wilson
 
Memoirs
I shall not say why and how I became, at the age of fifteen, the mistress of the Earl of Craven.
Harriette Wilson00
 
Memoirs
I shall not say why and how I became at the age of fifteen, the Mistress of the Earl of Craven
Robert Charles Wilson
 
Darwinia
Guilford Law turned fourteen the night the world changed.
 
 
The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit
By the time they had lived seven years in the little house on Greentree Avenue in Westport, Connec
TWindling
 
The Wood Wife
Nigel came down the street toward her, his face shadowed with annoyance. Her heart, that traitoro
 
 
Forever Amber
Marygreen did not change in sixteen years. It had changed little enough in the past two years.
 
Star Money
It was a woman's bedroom, actually a boudoir, and no man belonged in it except by invitation.
 
 
Maisie Dobbs
Even if she hadn't been the last person to walk through the turnstile at Watten Street tube statio
Owen Wister
 
Lady Baltimore
Like Adam, our first conspicuous ancestor, I must begin, and lay the blame upon a woman; I am glad
 
The Virginian--A Horseman of the Plains
Some notable sight was drawing the passengers, both men and women, to the window; and therefore I
PGWodehouse
 
The Heart of a Goof
It was a morning when all nature shouted "Fore!"
 
The Luck of the Bodkins
Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had
 
The Magic Plus Fours
"After all," said the young man, "golf is only a game."
Thomas Wolfe 1937 1
 
Look Homeward, Angel
A destiny that leads the English to the Dutch is strange enough; but one that leads from Epsom into
 
Of Time and the River
About fifteen years ago, at the end of the second decade of this
century, four people were standin
 
You Can't Go Home Again
It was the hour of twilight on a soft spring day toward the end of April in the year of Our Lord 192
Wolfe at White House
 
A Man in Full
P Charlie Crocker, astride his favorite Tennessee walking horse pulled his shoulders back to make sure he was erect in the saddle and took a deep breath . . . Ahhhh, that was the ticket . . .

1  For a while the freaking traffic inched up Piedmont . . . inched up Piedmont . . . inched up Piedmont . . . inched up as far as Tenth Street . . . and then inched up the slope beyond Tenth Street . . . inched up as far as Fifteenth Street . . . whereupon it came to a complete, utter, hopeless, bogged-down glue-trap halt, both ways, north-bound, south-bound, going and coming, across all four lanes.
 
The Bonfire of the Vanities
P "And then say what? Say, 'Forget you're hungry, forget you got shot inna back by some racist cop - Chuck was here? Chuck come up to Harlem -' "

1  At that very moment, in the very sort of Park Avenue co-op apartment that so obsessed the Mayor . . . twelve-foot ceilings . . . two wings, one for the white Anglo-Saxon Protestants who own the place and one for the help . . . Sherman McCoy was kneeling in his front hall trying to put a leash on a daschund.
 
The Bonfire of the Vanities
"And then say what? Say, 'Forget you're hungry, forget you got shot inna back by some racist cop-
 Steven Womack
 
Dead Folks' Blues
All right, I'll tell you.
Ellen Price Wood small
 
East Lynne
In an easy chair of the spacious and handsome library of his town-house, sat William, Earl of Moun
 
 
A King's Cutter
'You will be,' said Lord Dungarth, lifting his hands for emphasis, 'merely the hand of a puppet.'
 
An Eye of the Fleet
A baleful sun broke through the overcast to shed a patch of pale light on the frigate.
VirginiaWoolf
 
Mrs. Dalloway
Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.
 
Orlando
He - for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguis
 
Orlando
He--for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disgui
 
The Years
It was an uncertain spring. The weather, perpetually changing, sent clouds of blue and purple fly
 
To the Lighthouse
 
 
Black Alibi
She was sitting there at her glass, at the fashionable going-out hour, trying to decide between a cl
HWouk
 
Don't Stop the Carnival
Kinja was the name of the island when it was British.
 
Marjorie Morningstar
Customs of courtship vary greatly in different times and places, but the way the thing happens to
 
The Caine Mutiny
He was of medium height, somewhat chubby, and good looking, with curly red hair, and an innocent,
 
The Winds Of War
Commander Victor Henry rode a taxi-cab home from the Navy building on Constitution Avenue, in a gust
 
The Winds of War
Commander Victor Henry rode a taxicab home from the Navy Building on Constitution Avenue, in a gus
 
War and Remembrance
A liberty boat full of sleepy hung-over sailors came clanging along-side the U.S.S. Northampton
 
Youngblood Hawke
Have you ever known a famous man before he became famous?
PCWren
 
Beau Geste
Mr. George Lawrence, C.M.G., First Class District Officer of His Majesty's Civil Service, sat at t
 
Beau Sabreur
I will start at the very nadir of my fortunes, at their very lowest depths, and you will see them
 
 
A Fine Italian Hand
The blue Volkswagen Jetta was parked against the wall behind the motel.
 
A Sensitive Case
"What's this?"
 
Death by Degrees
By March the preliminary skirmishing was completed.
 
Final Cut
The St. Lawrence Market in Toronto consists of two buildings separated by Front Street.
Portrait of Harold Bell Wright
 
Helen of the Old House
No well informed resident of Millsburgh, when referring to the principal industry of his little ma
 
The Eyes of the World
It was winter--cold and snow and ice and naked trees and leaden clouds and stinging wind.
 
The Mine with the Iron Door
From every street and corner in Tucson we see the mountains.
 
The Re-Creation of Brian Kent
I remember as well as though it were yesterday the first time I met Auntie Sue.
 
The Winning of Barbara Worth
Jefferson Worth's outfit of four mules and a big wagon pulled out of San Felipe at daybreak, heade
 
Their Yesterdays
There was a man.
  And it happened--as such things often so happen--that this man we
 
When a Man's a Man
There is a land where a man, to live, must be a man.
Richard Wright
 
Native Son
Brrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinng! An alarm clock clanged in the dark and silent room. A bed spring
 George Wyatt
 
The Case of the Counterfeit Coin
I don't think I'll ever forget that bottle of soda pop.
 
The Case of the Roving Rolls
Long time no crime.
  (Also known as: John Beynon)
 
The Day of the Triffids
When a day that you happen to know is Wednesday starts off by sounding like Sunday, there is something seriously wrong somewhere.
 
 
The Swiss Family Robinson
For many days we had been tempest-tossed.
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