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| Brighton Rock | Graham Henry Greene | Hale knew, before he had been in Brighton three hours, that they meant to murder him. | Buy | |
| Death to the French | C S Forester | Half a dozen horsemen were picking their way up a breakneck path. | Buy | |
| The Age of Reason | Jean Paul Sartre | Half-way down the Rue Vercingétorix, a tall man seized Matthieu by the arm: a policeman was patrolling the opposite pavement.. | Buy | |
| The House of the Seven Gables | Nathaniel Hawthorne | Halfway down a bystreet of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, facing towards various points of the compass, and a huge, clustered chimney in the midst. | Buy | |
| The Stand: The Complete and Uncut Edition | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | Hapcomb's Texaco sat on Number 93 just north of Arnette, a pissant four-street burg about 110 miles from Houston. Tonight the regulars were there, sitting by the cash register, drinking beer, talking idly, watching the bugs fly into the big lighted sign. | Buy | |
| Anna Karenina | Leo Tolstoy (Count Lev Tolstoi) | Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. | Buy | |
| Harold and Maud | Colin Higgins | Harold Chasen stepped up on the chair and placed the noose about his neck. | Buy | |
| The Lady of the Lake | Walter Dill Scott | Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast hung On the witch-elm that shades Saint Fillan's spring And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flung, Till envious ivy did around thee cling, Muffling with verdant ringlet every string,-- Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring, Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep, Nor bid a warrior smile, nor teach a maid to weep? | Buy | |
| Bliss | Peter Carey | Harry Joy was to die three times, but it was his first death which was to have the greatest effect on him, and it is this first death which we shall now witness. | Buy | |
| Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban | J K Rowling | Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways. | Buy | |
| Youngblood Hawke | Herman Wouk | Have you ever known a famous man before he became famous? | Buy | |
| The First Man in Rome | Colleen McCollough | Having no personal commitment to either of the new consuls, Gaius Julius Caesar and his son simply tacked themselves onto the procession which started nearest to their own house, the procession of the senior consul, Marcus Minucius Rufus. | Buy | |
| At Swim-Two-Birds | Flann O'Brien (pseudonym of Brian O'Nolan) | Having placed in my mouth sufficient bread for three minutes' chewing, I withdrew my powers of sensual perception and retired into the privacy of my mind, my eyes and face assuming a vacant and preoccupied expression. I reflected on the subject of my spare-time literary activities. One beginning and one ending for a book was a thing I did not agree with. | Buy | |
| Operation Flashpoint | Dan J Marlowe | Hazel had given me almost too many errands to do for her in New York | Buy | |
| Wise Blood | Flannery O'Connor | Hazel Motes sat at a forward angle on the green plush train seat, looking one minute at the window as if he might want to jump out of it, and the next down the aisle at the other end of the car. | Buy | |
| Orlando | Virginia Woolf | He - for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it - ... | Buy | |
| The Better World of Reginald Perrin | David Nobbs | He awoke suddenly, and for a few moments he didn't know who he was. | Buy | |
| The Sheltering Sky | Paul Bowles | He awoke, opened his eyes. | Buy | |
| The Blue Nile | Alan Moorehead | he Blue Nile pours very quietly and uneventfully out of Lake Tana in the northern Highlands of Ethiopia. | Buy | |
| The Mean Streets | Thomas B Dewey | He came tearing down the street with his newspaper in his hand, looking back over his shoulder, and I figured he'd swiped it from some stand. | Buy | |
| Shoot To Kill | Wade Miller | He carried the evidence under his arm, thirty yellow pages bound into a green paper folder. | Buy | |
| The Two-Shoot Gun | Donald Hamilton | He checked the mules at the top of the bluff, and looked down at the river and the town. | Buy | |
| Assignment - Bangkok | Edward S Aarons | He could neither stand nor sit nor lie down. | Buy | |
| Kramer versus Kramer | Avery Corman | He did not expect to see blood. | Buy | |
| While My Pretty One Sleeps | Mary Higgins Clark | He drove cautiously up the Thruway toward Morrison State Park. The thirty-five-mile trip from Manhattan to Rockland County had been a nightmare. Even though it was six o'clock, there was no sense of approaching dawn. | Buy | |
| Black Is the Fashion for Dying | Jonathan Latimer | He first heard the sound somewhere around quarter to eleven. | Buy | |
| Personal Injuries | Scott Turow | He knew it was wrong. And that he was going to get caught. He
said he knew this day was coming. He knew they had been stupid, he told me--worse, greedy. He said he knew he should have stopped. But somehow, each time he thought they'd quit, he'd ask himself how once more could make it any worse. Now he knew he was in trouble. | Buy | |
| For Whom the Bell Tolls | Ernest Hemingway | He lay flat on the brown, pine-needled floor of the forest, his chin on his folded arms, and high overhead the wind blew in the tops of the pine trees. The mountainside sloped gently where he lay; but below it was steep and he could see the dark of the oiled road winding through the pass. There was a stream alongside the road and far down the pass he saw a mill beside the stream and the falling water of the dam, white in the summer sunlight. | Buy | |
| Nobody's Story | Charles Dickens | He lived on the bank of a mighty river, broad and deep, which was always silently rolling on to a vast undiscovered ocean. | Buy | |
| Inheritance | Phyllis Bentley | He meant to see Mary that morning, reflected Will Oldroyd as his father rode away up the frozen lane with a last shouted instruction, and he was not going to be put off by any nonsense about frames. Not that he meant to neglect the frames, of course, not likely! But he would see to them in his own time and in his own way; he knew his own mind and he intended to follow it. | Buy | |
| The Alibi | Sandra Brown | He noticed her the moment she stepped into the pavilion. Even in a crowd of other women dressed, for the most part, in skimpy summer clothing, she was definitely a standout. Surprisingly, she was alone. | Buy | |
| Shane | Jack Schaefer | He rode into our valley in the summer of '89. | Buy | |
| Shane | Jack Warner Schaefer | He rode into our valley in the summer of '89. | Buy | |
| The Killer Angels | Michael Joseph Shaara Jr | He rode into the dark of the woods and dismounted. | Buy | |
| Hondo | Louis L'Amour | He rolled the cigarette in his lips, liking the taste of the tobacco, squinting his eyes against the sun glare. His buckskin shirt, seasoned by sun, rain, and sweat, smelled stale and old. His jeans had long since faded to a neutral color that lost itself against the desert. | Buy | |
| Margin For Terror | William P McGivern | He sat at the American bar at the Hotel Excelsior, a tall, solidly built man in his early thirties, toying with a glass of chilled vermouth, and thinking with pleasurable nostalgia that this was almost the end of his long stay in Rome. | Buy | |
| The Agony and the Ecstasy | Irving Stone | He sat before the mirror of the second-floor bedroom stretching his lean cheeks with their high bone ridges, the flat broad forehead, and ears too far back on the head, the dark hair curling forward in thatches, the amber-colored eyes wide-set but heavy-lidded. | Buy | |
| Kim | Rudyard Kipling | He sat in defiance of municipal orders, astride the gun of Zam-Zammeh on her brick platform opposite the old Ajaibgher - the Wonder House, as the natives called the Lahore Museum. | Buy | |
| The Pelican Brief | John Grisham | He seemed incapable of creating such chaos, but much of what he saw below could be blamed on him. And that was fine. He was ninety-one, paralyzed, strapped in a wheelchair and hooked to oxygen. | Buy | |
| Timeline | Michael Crichton | He should never have taken that shortcut. | Buy | |
| The Plot | Irving Wallace | He stared ahead, waiting. There were late. | Buy | |
| I Heard the Owl Call My Name | Margaret Craven | He stood at the wheel, watching the current stream, and the bald eagles fishing for herring that waited until the boat was almost upon them to lift, to drop the instant it had passed. The tops of the islands were wreathed in cloud, the sides fell steeply, and the firs that covered them grew so precisely to the high tide line that now, at slack, the upcoast of British Columbia showed its bones in a straight salvage of wet, dark rock. | Buy | |
| Primary Colors | Anonymous | He was a big fellow, looking seriously pale on the streets of Harlem in deep summer. I am small and not so dark, not very threatening to Caucasians; I do not strut my stuff. | Buy | |
| Primary Colors | Joe Klein | He was a big fellow, looking seriously pale on the streets of Harlem in deep summer. | Buy | |
| Primary Colors | Anonymous (Joe Klein) | He was a big fellow, looking seriously pale on the streets of Harlem in deep summer. I am small and not so dark, not very threatening to Caucasians; I do not strut my stuff. | Buy | |
| The Sins of the Fathers | Lawrence Block | He was a big man, about my height with a little more flesh on his heavy frame. | Buy | |
| Truxton King | George Barr McCutcheon | He was a tall, rawboned, rangy young fellow with a face so tanned by wind and sun you had the impression that his skin would feel like leather if you could affect the impertinence to test it by the sense of touch. | Buy | |
| Lord Jim | Joseph Conrad | He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made you think of a charging bull. | Buy | |
| The Old Man and the Sea | Ernest Hemingway | He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf stream and he had gone 84 days now without taking a fish. | Buy | |
| The Doomsday Conspiracy | Sidney Sheldon | He was back in the crowded hospital ward at Cu Chi Base in Vietnam and Susan was leaning over his bed, lovely in her crisp white nurse's uniform, whispering, "Wake up, sailor. You don't want to die." | Buy | |
| Assignment--The Girl in the Gondola | Edward S Aarons | He was dying. | Buy | |
| Another Country | James Baldwin | He was facing Seventh Avenue, at Times Square. | Buy | |
| The Daughter of Anderson Crow | George Barr McCutcheon | He was imposing, even in his pensiveness. | Buy | |
| The Spire | William Golding | He was laughing, chin up, and shaking his head. | Buy | |
| Goodbye, Janette | Harold Robbins (originally Francis Kane) | He was nervous. She could see that in the way he paced around the room, occasionally going to the window and lifting the lace curtain to look out at the rain-swept Geneva street. | Buy | |
| Contract Null & Void | Joe Gores | He was north of the Golden Gate Bridge on the Coast Highway, pumping his way up the steep hairpin turn without even breathing hard. | Buy | |
| The Caine Mutiny | Herman Wouk | He was of medium height, somewhat chubby, and good looking, with curly red hair, and an innocent, gay face, more remarkable for a humorous air about the eyes and large mouth than for any strength of chin or nobility of nose. | Buy | |
| Vanished | Fletcher Knebel | He was restless, curiously remote. | Buy | |
| Bloodline | Sidney Sheldon | He was seated in the dark, alone, behind the desk of Hajib Kafir,
staring unseeingly out of the dusty office window at the timeless
minarets of Istanbul. He was a man who was at home in a dozen
capitals of the world, but Istanbul was one of his favorite
cities. Not the tourist Istanbul of Beyoglu Street, or the gaudy
Lalezab Bar of the Hilton, but the out-of-the-way places that
only the Moslems knew: the yalis, and the small markets
beyond the souks, and the Telli Baba, the cemetery where only one person was buried, and the people came to pray to him. | Buy | |
| Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil | John Berendt | He was tall, about fifty, with darkly handsome, almost sinister features: a neatly trimmed mustache, hair turning silver at the temples, and eyes so black they were like tinted windows of a sleek limousine--he could see out, but you couldn't see in. | Buy | |
| The Cold War Swap | Ross Thomas | He was the last one aboard the flight from Tempelhof to the Cologne-Bonn airport. | Buy | |
| His Family | Ernest Poole | He was thinking of the town he had known. Not of old New York--he had heard of that from old, old men when he himself had still been young and had smiled at their garrulity. He was thinking of a young New York, the mighty throbbing city to which he had come long ago as a lad from the New Hampshire mountains. A place of turbulent thoroughfares, of shouting drivers, hurrying crowds, the crack of whips and the clatter of wheels; an uproarious, thrilling town of enterprise, adventure, youth; a city of pulsing energies, the center of a boundless land; a port of commerce with all the world, of stately ships with snowy sails; a fascinating pleasure town, with throngs of eager travelers hurrying from the ferryboats and rolling off in hansom cabs to the huge hotels on Madison Square. A city where American faces were still to be seen upon all its streets, a cleaner and an kindlier town, with more courtesy in its life, less of the vulgar scramble. | Buy | |
| Fighting Man | Frank Gruber | He was twenty-six years old, a tow-head with washed-out blue eyes. | Buy | |
| The Poor Relation's Story | Charles Dickens | He was very reluctant to take precedence of so many respected members of the family, by beginning the round of stories they were to relate as they sat in a goodly circle by the Christmas fire; and he modestly suggested that it would be more correct if "John our esteemed host" (whose health he begged to drink) would have the kindness to begin. | Buy | |
| Johnny Got His Gun | Dalton Trumbo | He wished the phone would stop ringing. | Buy | |
| Orlando | Virginia Woolf (nee Stephen) (Adeline Virginia Woolf) | He--for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it--was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters. | Buy | |
| Plunder Squad | Richard Stark | Hearing the click behind him, Parker threw his glass straight back over his right shoulder, and dove off his chair to the left. | Buy | |
| Overload | Arthur Hailey | Heat! Heat in stifling blanket layers. Heat that enveloped all of California from the arid Mexican border in the south to majestic Klamath Forest, elbowing northward into Oregon. Heat, oppressive and enervating. | Buy | |
| Why I Wake Early | Mary Oliver | Hello, sun in my face. | Buy | |
| Julius Caesar | William Shakespeare | Hence! home, you idle creatures, get you home! Is this a holiday? What, know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk Upon a laboring day without the sign Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou? | Buy | |
| The Mandarins | Simone de Beauvoir | Henri found himself looking at the sky again--a clear, black crystal dome overhead. It was difficult for the mind to conceive of hundreds of planes shattering that black, crystalline silence! And suddenly, words began tumbling through his head with a joyous sound--the offensive was halted . . . the German collapse had begun . . . at last he would be able to leave. | Buy | |
| The Mandarins | Simone de Beauvoir | Henri found himself looking at the sky again--a clear, black crystal dome overhead. It was difficult for the mind to conceive of hundreds of planes shattering that black, crystalline silence! And suddenly, words began tumbling through his head with a joyous sound--the offensive was halted . . . the German collapse had begun . . . at last he would be able to leave. | Buy | |
| Sapphira and the Slave Girl | Willa Sibert Cather | Henry Colbert, the miller, always breakfasted with his wife--beyond that he appeared irregularly at the family table. | Buy | |
| Prodigal Summer | Barbara Kingsolver | Her body moved with the frankness that comes from solitary habits. But solitude is only a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot; every choice is a world made new for the chosen. All secrets are witnessed. | Buy | |
| Everything That Rises Must Converge | Flannery O'Connor | Her doctor had told Julian's mother that she must lose twenty pounds on account of her blood pressure, so on Wednesday nights Julian had to take her downtown on the bus for a reducing class at the Y. | Buy | |
| The So Blue Marble | Dorothy B Hughes | Her dress was black and her coat, with its black fox collar, but at night no one would know the fox was real. | Buy | |
| Blood Work | Michael Connelly | Her last thoughts were of Raymond. | Buy | |
| Pat the Bunny | Dorothy Kunhardt | Here are Paul and Judy, They can do lots of things. You can do lots of things. Judy can pat the bunny. Now you can pat the bunny. | Buy | |
| Rally Round the Flag, Boys! | Max Shulman | Here begins a tale of action and passion, a guts-and-glory story of men with untamed hearts, of women with raging juices. | Buy | |
| Henry Reed's Big Show | Keith Robertson | Here I am in Grover's Corner again and it's good to be back. | Buy | |
| The Shipping News | E. Annie Proulx | Here is an account of a few years in the life of Quoyle, born in Brooklyn and raised in a shuffle of dreary upstate towns. | Buy | |
| The Shipping News | E Annie Proulx | Here is an account of a few years in the life of Quoyle, born in Brooklyn and raised in a shuffle of dreary upstate towns. | Buy | |
| Winnie the Pooh | A A Milne | Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. | Buy | |
| The Bluest Eye | Toni Morrison | Here is the house. It is green and white. It has a red door. It is very pretty. | Buy | |
| Cooper's Creek | Alan Moorehead | Here perhaps, more than anywhere, humanity had had a chance to make a fresh start. | Buy | |
| The Souls of Black Folk | W. E. Burghardt Du Bois | Herein lie buried many things which if read with patience may show the strange meaning of being black here in the dawning of the Twentieth Century. This meaning is not without interest to you, Gentle Reader; for the problem of the Twentieth Century is the problem of the color-line. | Buy | |
| Mission Earth | L. Ron Hubbard | Hi there! I am 54 Charlee Nine, the Robotbrain in the Translatophone, and in accordance with the Royal Publishing Code (Section 8) which states that "Any work published in a language other than the original shall be so identified in an introduction by the licensed translatophone," I am delighted to take this opportunity to give this account of how I translated Mission Earth into your language--and, quite frankly, it wasn't easy. | Buy | |
| Up the Down Staircase | Bel Kaufman | Hi, teach! | Buy | |
| The Redemption of David Corson | Charles Frederic Goss | Hidden away in this worn and care-encumbered world, scarred with its frequent traces of a primeval curse, are spots so quiet and beautiful as to make the fall of man seem incredible, and awaken in the breast of the weary traveler who comes suddenly upon them. a vague and dear delusion that he has stumbled into Paradise. | Buy | |
| The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land | Ralph Connor | High upon a rock, poised like a bird for flight, stark naked, his satin skin shining like gold and silver in the rising sun, stood a youth, tall, slim of body, not fully developed but with muscles promising, in their faultless, gently swelling outline, strength and suppleness to an unusual degree. Gazing down into the pool formed by an eddy of the river twenty feet below him, he stood as if calculating the distance, his profile turned toward the man who had just emerged from the bushes and was standing on the sandy strand of the river, paddle in hand, looking up at him with an expression of wonder and delight in his eyes. | Buy | |
| Changing Places: A Tale of Two Campuses | David John Lodge | High, high above the North Pole, on the first day of 1969, two professors of English Literature approached each other at a combined velocity of 1200 miles per hour. | Buy | |
| The Blue Window | Temple Bailey | Hildegarde had always known that her mother was different from the others, but she had not known why. | Buy | |
| Lord Of Light | Roger Zelazny | His followers called him Mahasamatman and said he was a god. He preferred to drop the Maha- and the -atman, however, and called himself Sam | Buy | |
| Night in Bombay | Louis Bromfield | His luggage was all ready to be taken ashore, his cabin in order and now he stood on the upper deck just beneath the bridge watching the flying fish scud out of each jade green land swell of the Arabian Gulf like swift pencils of silver and disappear again in glittering jets of spray. | Buy | |
| March Violets | Philip Kerr | his morning, at the corner of Friedrichstrasse and Jägerstrasse, I saw two men. | Buy | |
| Aces And Eights | Loren D Estleman | His name is James Butler Hickok, but he has been called Wild Bill for so many years that he no longer answers to anything else. | Buy | |
| Foundation | Isaac Asimov | His name was Gaal Dornick and he was just a country boy who had never seen Trantor before. | Buy | |
| To Your Scattered Bodies Go | Philip José Farmer | His wife had held him in her arms as if she could keep death away from him. He had cried out, "My God, I am a dead man!" | Buy | |
| The Green Years | Archibald Joseph Cronin | Holding Mama's hand tightly, I came out of the dark arches of the railway station and into the bright streets of the strange town. | Buy | |
| The Buffalo Box | Frank Gruber | Hollywood is a place where a man who wears shorts and has a long white beard runs down Sunset Boulevard every morning. | Buy | |
| A Modern Chronicle | Winston Churchill | Honora Leffingwell is the original name of our heroine. | Buy | |
| Hornblower During the Crisis | C S Forester | Hornblower was expecting the knock on the door, because he had seen through his cabin window enough to guess what was happening outside. | Buy | |
| Middle Age | Joyce Carol Oates | How death enters your life. A telephone ringing. | Buy | |
| The Gulag Archipelago | Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn | How do people get to this clandestine Archipelago? | Buy | |
| West with the Night | Beryl Markham | How is it possible to bring order out of memory? I should like to begin at the beginning, patiently, like a weaver at his loom. | Buy | |
| The Other Log of Phileas Fogg | Philip José Farmer | How much did Jules Verne know of the real story behind Around the World in Eighty Days? | Buy | |
| Sketches by Boz | Charles Dickens | How much is conveyed in those two short words - "The Parish!" | Buy | |
| The Other | Thomas Tryon | How old do think Miss DeGroot really is? Sixty, if she's a day, wouldn't you say? She's been around here as long as I can remember--quite a stretch, if you calculate it--and I know she goes back a good many years before that. Which should give you an idea of how old that spot on the ceiling must be, because she says it's been there as long as she can remember, Miss DeGroot. | Buy | |
| Condominium | John D MacDonald | Howard Elbright finally found Julian Higbee, the condominium manager, lounging against a concrete column, staring toward the pool area where two young women were taking turns diving from the low board. | Buy | |
| The Fountainhead | Ayn Rand | Howard Roark laughed. He stood naked at the edge of a cliff. | Buy | |
| King Henry the Sixth, Part I | William Shakespeare | Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky And with them scourge the bad revolting stars That have consented unto Henry's death-- King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long! England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. | Buy |