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| A Bell for Adano | John Hersey | Invasion had come to the town of Adano. | Buy | |
| A Bend in the River | V.S. Naipaul | The world is what it is; men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it. | Buy | |
| A Canticle for Leibowitz | Walter Michael Miller Jr | Brother Francis Gerard of Utah might never have discovered the blessed documents, had it not been for the pilgrim with girded loins who appeared during that young novice's Lenten fast in the desert. | Buy | |
| A Certain Smile | Françoise Sagan | We had spent the afternoon in a cafe on the Rue Saint-Jacques, a spring afternoon just like any other. | Buy | |
| A Chance to See Egypt | Sandra Scofield | Mr. Riley case to Lago de Luz to grieve. | Buy | |
| A Christmas Carol | Charles Dickens | Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. | Buy | |
| A Christmas Tree | Charles Dickens | I have been looking on, this eveining, at a merry company of children assembled round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. | Buy | |
| A Clockwork Orange | Anthony Burgess | What's it going to be then, eh? | Buy | |
| A Common Life | Jan Karon | Father Timothy Kavanagh stood at the stone wall on the ridge above Mitford, watching the deepening blush of a late June sunset. | Buy | |
| A Confederacy of Dunces | John Kennedy Toole | A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head. The green earflaps, full of large ears and uncut hair and the fine bristles that grew in the ears themselves, stuck out on either side like turn signals indicating two directions at once. Full, pursed lips protruded beneath the bushy black moustache and, at their corners, sand into little folds filled with disapproval and potato chip crumbs. | Buy | |
| A Confederate General from Big Sur | Richard Brautigan | When I first heard about Big Sur I didn't know that it was a member of the Confederate States of America. | Buy | |
| A Connecticut Yankee at King Arthur's Court | Mark Twain | It was in Warwick Castle that I came across the curious stranger whom I am going to talk about | Buy | |
| A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court | Mark Twain (pseudonym of Samuel Langhorne Clemens) | It was in Warwick Castle that I came across the curious stranger whom I am going to talk about. He attracted me by three things: his candid simplicity, his marvelous familiarity with ancient armor, and the restfulness of his company--for he did all the talking. | Buy | |
| A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court | Mark Twain (pseudonym of Samuel Langhorne Clemens) | The ungentle laws and customs touched upon in this tale are historical, and the episodes which are used to illustrate them are also historical. | Buy | |
| A Crowded Heart | Nicholas Papandreou | To describe Greece I would share with you a tomato on the sandy beaches of Skopellos, open a sea urchin with my penknife and serve you the scarlet eggs inside while the salt stretches the skin on our backs. | Buy | |
| A Curtain of Green | Eudora Welty | Mrs. Watts and Mrs. Carson were both in the post office in Victory when the letter came from the Ellisville Institute for the Feeble-Minded of Mississippi. Aimee Slocum, with her hand still full of mail, ran out in front and handed it straight to Mrs. Watts, and they all three read it together. Mrs. Watts held it taut between her pink hands, and Mrs. Carson underscored each line slowly with her thimbled finger. Everyone else in the post office wondered what was up now. | Buy | |
| A Dance at the Slaughterhouse | Lawrence Block | Midway into the fifth round the kid in the blue trunks rocked his opponent with a solid left to the jaw. | Buy | |
| A Dance to the Music of Time | Anthony Powell | The men at work at the corner of the street had made a kind of camp for themselves, where, marked out by tripods hung with red hurricane-lamps, an abyss in the road led down to a network of subterranean drain-pipes. | Buy | |
| A Daughter of the Land | Gene Stratton-Porter | Kate Bates followed the narrow footpath rounding the corner of the small country church, as the old minister raised his voice slowly and impressively to repeat the command he had selected for his text. Fearing that her head would be level with the windows, she bent and walked swiftly past the church; but the words went her, iterating and reiterating themselves in her brain. | Buy | |
| A Day Late and a Dollar Short | Terry McMillan | Can't nobody tell me nothing I don't already know. | Buy | |
| A Deadly Shade of Gold | John D MacDonald | A smear of fresh blood has a metallic smell. | Buy | |
| A Death in the Family | James Agee | We are talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville, Tennessee in the time that I lived there so successfully disguised to myself as a child | Buy | |
| A Death in the Venetian Quarter | Alan Gordon | I blame the Pope. | Buy | |
| A Deepness In the Sky | Vernor Vinge | The manhunt extended across more than one hundred light-years and eight centuries. | Buy | |
| A Drink before Dawn | Denis Lehane | My earliest memories involve fire. | Buy | |
| A Drink Before the War | Denis Lehane | My earliest memories involve fire. | Buy | |
| A Fable | William Faulkner | Long before the first bugles sounded from the barracks within the city and the cantonments surrounding it, most of the people in the city were already awake. | Buy | |
| A Far Country | Winston Churchill | My name is Hugh Paret. | Buy | |
| A Farewell to Arms | Ernest Hemingway | In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains. In the bed of the river there were pebbles and boulders, dry and white in the sun, and the water was clear and swiftly moving and blue in the channels. Troops went by the house and down the road and the dust they raised powdered the leaves of the trees. The trunks of the trees were too dusty and the leaves fell early that year and we saw the troops marching along the road and the dust rising and leaves, stirred by the breeze, falling and the soldiers marching and afterward the road bare and white except for the leaves. | Buy | |
| A Fine Balance | Rohinton Mistry | The morning express bloated with passengers slowed to a crawl, then lurched forward suddenly, as though to resume full speed. The train's brief deception jolted its riders. The bulge of humans hanging out of the doorway distended perilously, like a soap bubble to its limit. | Buy | |
| A Fine Italian Hand | Eric Wright | The blue Volkswagen Jetta was parked against the wall behind the motel. | Buy | |
| A Flash of Green | John D MacDonald | When she heard the rattle of the old tin wheelbarrow, Kat Hubble knew it was after four. | Buy | |
| A Frolic of His Own | William Gaddis | Justice?--You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the Law. | Buy | |
| A Gentleman Adventurer: The Arctic Diaries of Richard Bonnycastle | Heather Robertson | Edmonton; June 19: Mr. Conn and I paid a courtesy call at the Fur Trade office, and left what clothing we would not need on the trip to go into cold storage. | Buy | |
| A Gentleman of Courage | James Oliver Curwood | Pierre Gourdon had the love of God in his heart, a man's love for a man's God, and it seemed to him that in this golden sunset of a July afternoon the great Canadian wilderness all abut him was whispering softly the truth of his faith and his creed. | Buy | |
| A Good Man Is Hard to Find | Flannery O'Connor | The grandmother didn't want to go to Florida. She wanted to visit some of her connections in east Tennessee and she was seizing at every chance to change Bailey's mind. Bailey was the son she liver with, her only boy. | Buy | |
| A Good Woman | Louis Bromfield | She found the letter when she returned to the slate-colored house from the regular monthly meeting of the Augusta Simpson Branch of the Woman's Christian temperance Union. | Buy | |
| A Grief Observed | C S Lewis | No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. | Buy | |
| A Handful of Dust | Evelyn Arthur St. John Waugh | "Was anyone hurt?" "No one I am thankful to say," said Mrs. Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court." | Buy | |
| A Hero of Our Time | Mikhail Yurievich Lermontov | I was travelling post from Tiflis. All the luggage I had in my cart consisted of one small portmanteau half filled with travelling-notes on Georgia; of these the greater part has been lost, fortunately for you; but the portmanteau itself and the rest of its contents have remained intact, fortunately for me. | Buy | |
| A High Wind in Jamaica | Richard Hughes | One of the fruits of Emancipation in the West Indian islands is the number of the ruins, either attached to the houses that remain or within a stone's throw of them: ruined slaves' quarters, ruined sugar-grinding houses, ruined boiling houses; often ruined mansions that were too expensive to maintain. | Buy | |
| A Hoosier Chronicle | Meredith Nicholson | Sylvia was reading in her grandfather's library when the bell tinkled. | Buy | |
| A House for Mr. Biswas | V.S. Naipaul | Ten weeks before he died, Mr. Mohun Biswas, a journalist of Sikkim Street, St. James, Port of Spain, was sacked. | Buy | |
| A House in Naples | Peter Rabe | The warm palm of land cupped the water to make a bay, and that's where Naples was. | Buy | |
| A House of Gentlefolk | Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev | A bright spring day was fading into evening. High overhead in the clear heavens small rosy clouds seemed hardly to move across the sky but to be sinking into its depths of blue. | Buy | |
| A King's Cutter | Richard Woodman | 'You will be,' said Lord Dungarth, lifting his hands for emphasis, 'merely the hand of a puppet.' | Buy | |
| A Lion Is in the Streets | Adria Locke Langley | For two days, ever since Hank's death, she had been in a daze of numbness, held in a strange waiting on some inner knowledge. | Buy | |
| A Little Learning | Evelyn Arthur St. John Waugh | Only when one has lost all curiosity about the future has one reached the age to write an autobiography. | Buy | |
| A Little Princess | Frances Hodgson Burnett | Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted and the shop windows blazed with gas as they do at night, an odd-looking little girl sat in a cab with her father and was driven rather slowly through the big thoroughfares. | Buy | |
| A Long and Happy Life | Reynolds Price | Just with his body and from inside like a snake, leaning that black motorcycle side to side, cutting in and out of the slow line of cars to get there first, staring due-north through goggles towards Mount Moriah and switching coon tails in everybody's face was Wesley Beavers, and laid against his back like sleep, spraddle-legged on the sheepskin seat behind him was Rosacoke Mustian who was maybe his girl and who had given up looking into the wind and trying to nod at every sad car in the line, and when he even speeded up and passed the truck (lent for the afternoon my Mr. Isaac Alston and driven by Sammy his man, hauling one pine box and one black boy dressed in all he could borrow, set up in a ladder-back chair with flowers banked round him and a foot on the box to steady it)--when he even passed that, Rosacoke said once into his back "Don't" and rested in humiliation, not thinking but with her hands on his hips for dear life and her white blouse blown out behind her like a banner in defeat. | Buy | |
| A Long Line of Dead Men | Lawrence Block | It must have been around nine o'clock when the old man stood up and tapped his spoon against the bowl of his water glass. | Buy | |
| A Long Reach | Michael Stone | Merton 'Buddy' Hickley wouldn't tell you the truth if you set his hair on fire. | Buy | |
| A Lost Lady | Willa Sibert Cather | Thirty or forty years ago, in one those grey towns along the Burlington railroad which are so much greyer to-day than they were then, there was a house well know from Omaha to Denver for its hospitality and for a certain charm of atmosphere. | Buy | |
| A Man For The Ages | Irving Bacheller | In the early summer of 1831 Samson Traylor and his wife, Sarah, and two children left their old home near the village of Vergennes, Vermont, and began their travels toward the setting sun with four chairs, a bread board and rolling-pin, a feather bed and blankets, a small looking-glass, a skillet, an axe, a pack basket with a pad of sole leather on the same, a water pail, a box of dishes, a tub of salt pork, a rifle, a tea-pot, a sack of meal, sundry small provisions and a violin, in a double wagon drawn by oxen. | Buy | |
| A Man in Full | Tom Wolfe | 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, northbound, southbound, going and coming, across all four lanes. | Buy | |
| A Man in Full | Tom Wolfe | 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 . . . He loved the way his mighty chest rose and fell beneath his khaki shirt and imagined that everyone in the hunting party noticed how powerfully built he was. | Buy | |
| A Man Of The People | Chinua Achebe | No man can deny that Chief the Honourable M.A. Nanga, M.P. was the most approachable politician in the country. | Buy | |
| A Man's Woman | Frank Norris | At four o'clock in the morning everybody in the tent was still asleep, exhausted by the terrible march of the previous day. | Buy | |
| A Matter of Honor | Eugene Izzi | It was getting late, and Marshall Del Greco was comfortably aware that he was about half-drunk. | Buy | |
| A Message from the Sea | Charles Dickens | "And a mighty sing'lar and pretty place it is, as ever I saw in all the days of my life!" said Captain jorgan, looking up at it. | Buy | |
| A Midsummer Night's Dream | William Shakespeare | Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace. Four happy days bring in Another moon; but O, methinks, how slow This old moon wanes! She lingers my desires, Like to a stepdame or a dowager, Long withering our a young man's revenue. | Buy | |
| A Modern Chronicle | Winston Churchill | Honora Leffingwell is the original name of our heroine. | Buy | |
| A Much Younger Man | Dianne Highbridge | A boy on the train, that's all. | Buy | |
| A Murder is Announced | Agatha Christie | Between 7:30 and 8:30 every morning except Sundays, Johnnie Butt made the round of the village of Chipping Cleghorn on his bicycle, whistling vociferously through his teeth. | Buy | |
| A Painted House | John Grisham | The hill people and the Mexicans arrived on the same day. It was a Wednesday, early in September 1952. The Cardinals were five games behind the Dodgers with three weeks to go, and the season looked hopeless. The cotton, however, was waist-high to my father, over my head, and he and my grandfather could be heard before supper whispering words that were seldom heard. It could be a "good crop." | Buy | |
| A Passage to India | E M Forster | Except for the Marabar Caves - and they are twenty miles off - the city of Chandrapore presents nothing extraordinary. | Buy | |
| A Patchwork Planet | Anne Tyler | I am a man you can trust, is how my customers view me. | Buy | |
| A Perfect Spy | John Le Carre | In the small hours of a blustery October morning in a south Devon coastal town that seemed to have been deserted by its inhabitants, Magnus Pym got out of his elderly country taxicab and, having paid the driver and waited till he had left, struck out across the church square. | Buy | |
| A Place To Come To | Robert Penn Warren | I was the only boy, or girl either, in the public school in the town of Dugton, Claxford County, Alabama, whose father had ever got killed in the middle of the night standing up in the front of his wagon to piss on the hindquarters of one of a span of mules and, being drunk, pitching forward on his head, still hanging onto his dong, and hitting the pike in such a position and condition that both the left front and left rear wheels of the wagon rolled, with perfect precision, over his unconscious neck, his having passed out being, no doubt, the reason he took the fatal plunge in the first place. | Buy | |
| A Poor Wise Man | Mary Roberts Rinehart | The city turned its dreariest aspect toward the railway station; blackened walls, irregular and ill-paved streets, gloomy warehouses, and over all a gray, smoke-laden atmosphere which gave it mystery and often beauty. | Buy | |
| A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man | James Joyce | Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo. . . . | Buy | |
| A Prayer for Owen Meany | John Irving | I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice - not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of Owen Meany. | Buy | |
| A Prince of the Captivity | John Buchan | On a warm June evening three men were sitting in the smoking-room of a London club. | Buy | |
| A Purple Place for Dying | John D MacDonald | She took the corner too fast, and it was definitely not much of a road. | Buy | |
| A Rage to Live | John O'Hara | It rained lightly on the morning of Wednesday, July 4, 1917, and the Festival Committee met to decide whether to postpone the Festival until the following Saturday. | Buy | |
| A Return to Love | Marianne Williamson | What happened to my generation is that we never grew up. The problem isn't that we're lost or apathetic, narcissistic or materialistic. The problem is we're terrified. | Buy | |
| A River Runs Through It | Norman MacLean | In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing. | Buy | |
| A Room with a View | E M Forster | "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" | Buy | |
| A Rough Shoot | Geoffrey Household | It all began on an autumn evening so silent and peaceful that no one who had the luck to be out-of-doors, with copse and downland stretching away from him till the folds of England vanished into a mist of grey and green, could have a thought of human violence. | Buy | |
| A Scandal in Bohemia | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise, but admirably balanced mind. | Buy | |
| A Sensitive Case | Eric Wright | "What's this?" | Buy | |
| A Separate Peace | John Knowles | I went back to the Devon School not long ago, and found it looking oddly newer than when I was a student there fifteen years before. | Buy | |
| A Shade of Difference | Allen Stuart Drury | In the great pearl-gray slab of a room that is the North Delegates' Lounge of the United Nations in New York the late-September sun slanted down through the massive east windows and fell across the green carpets, the crowded chairs and sofas, the little knots of delegates standing or sitting or milling about in the midmorning hours before the General Assembly's seven committees began. | Buy | |
| A Single Man | Christopher Isherwood | Waking up begins with saying am and now. That which has awoken then lies for a while staring up at the ceiling and down into itself until it has recognized I, and therefrom deduced I am, I am now. Here comes next, and is at least negatively reassuring; because here, this morning, is where it has expected to find itself: what's called at home. | Buy | |
| A Small Town in Germany | John Le Carre | Ten minutes to midnight: a pious Friday evening in May and a fine river mist lying in the market square. | Buy | |
| A Sport and a Pastime | James Salter | September: It seems these luminous days will never end. | Buy | |
| A Sportsman's Notebook | Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev | Anyone who has crossed from the district of Bolkhov into that of Zhizdra will probably have been struck by the sharp difference between the natives of the provinces of Orel and Kaluga. | Buy | |
| A Stab in the Dark | Lawrence Block | I didn't see him coming. | Buy | |
| A Stranger in the Mirror | Sidney Sheldon | In 1919, Detroit, Michigan, was the single most successful industrial city in the world. World War I had ended, and Detroit had played a significant part in the Allies' victory, supplying them with tanks and trucks and aeroplanes. Now with the threat of the Hun over, the automobile plants once again turned their energies to retooling for motorcars. | Buy | |
| A Study in Scarlet | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | In the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go through the course prescribed for surgeons in the army. Having completed my studies there, I was duly attached to the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers as Assistant Surgeon. | Buy | |
| A Sweetness to the Soul | Jane Kirkpatrick | Like the slow rising of the river after an early snow melt in the mountains, he seeped into my life, unhurried, almost without notice, until the strength and breadth of him covered everything that had once been familiar, made it different, new over old. | Buy | |
| A Tail of Two Cities | Charles Dickens | It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. | Buy | |
| A Tale of a Tub | Jonathan Swift | Whoever has an ambition to be heard in a crowd must press, and squeeze, and thrust, and climb with indefatigable pains, till he has exalted himself to a certain degree of altitude above them. Now, in all assemblies, though you wedge them ever so close, we may observe this peculiar property, that over their heads there is room enough; but how to reach it is the difficult point, it being as hard to get quit of number as of hell. | Buy | |
| A Tan and Sandy Silence | John D MacDonald | On the most beautiful day any April could be asked to come up with, I was kneeling in eight inches of oily water in the cramped bilge of Meyer's squatty little cabin cruiser, the John Maynard Keynes, taking his automatic bilge pump apart for the third time in an hour. | Buy | |
| A Thousand Acres | Jane Smiley | At sixty miles an hour, you could pass our farm in a minute, on County Road 686, which ran due north into the T intersection at Cabot Street Road. | Buy | |
| A Ticket to the Boneyard | Lawrence Block | New York had a cold snap that year right around the time of the World Series. | Buy | |
| A Time to Kill | John Grisham | Billy Ray Cobb was the younger and smaller of the two rednecks. At twenty-three he was already a three-year veteran of the state penitentiary at Parchman. Possession, with intent to sell. He was a lean, tough little punk who had survived prison by somehow maintaining a ready supply of drugs that he sold and sometimes gave to the blacks and the guards for protection. In the year since his release he had continued to prosper, and his small-time narcotics business had elevated him to the position of one of the more affluent rednecks in Ford County. | Buy | |
| A Town Like Alice | Nevil Shute | James Macfadden died in March 1905 when he was forty-seven years old; he was riding the the Driffield Point-to-Point. | Buy | |
| A Town like Alice | Nevil Shute (Nevil Shute Norway) | James Macfadden died in March 1905 when he was forty-seven years old; he was riding in the Driffield Point to Point. | Buy | |
| A Tree Grows in Brooklyn | Betty Smith | Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn, New York. | Buy | |
| A Walk Among the Tombstones | Lawrence Block | On the last Thursday in March, somewhere between ten-thirty and eleven in the morning, Francine Khoury told her husband she was going out for a while, she had marketing to do. | Buy | |
| A White Bird Flying | Bess Streeter Aldrich | It was the first Tuesday in August. The Nebraska heat rolled in upon one like the engulfing waves of a dry sea,--a thick material substance against which one seemed to push when moving about. | Buy | |
| A Widow for One Year | John Irving | One night when she was four and sleeping in the bottom bunk of her bunk bed, Ruth Cole woke to the sound of lovemaking--it was coming from her parents' bedroom. | Buy | |
| A Window in Thrums | Sir James Matthew Barrie | On the bump of green round which the brae twists, at the top of the brae, and within cry of T'nowhead Farm, still stands a one-storey house, whose whitewashed walls, streaked with the discoloration that rain leaves, look yellow then the snow comes. | Buy | |
| A Woman Called Fancy | Frank Yerby | The Williamsons' farm lay on a hillside so that when it rained the water ran down and away from it. In fifty years it had worn out and starved out the three families who had tried to work it. The Williamsons were the fourth. | Buy | |
| A Wrinkle In Time | Madeline L'Engle | It was a dark and stormy night | Buy | |
| A Year in Provence | Peter Mayle | The year began with lunch | Buy | |
| About Time | Jack Grandison Finney | The presidents of the New York Central and the New York, New Haven and Hartford railroads will swear on a stack of timetables that there are only two. | Buy | |
| Absalom, Absalom! | William Faulkner | From a little after two o'clock until almost sundown of the long still hot weary dead September afternoon they sat in what Miss Coldfield still called the office because her father had called it that--a dim hot airless room with the blinds all closed and fastened for forty-three summers because when she was a girl someone had believed that light and moving air carried heat and that dark was always cooler, and which (as the sun shone fuller and fuller on that side of the house) became latticed with yellow slashes full of dust motes which Quentin thought of as being flecks of the dead old dried paint itself blown inward from the scaling blinds as wind might have blown them. | Buy | |
| Absolute Beginners | Colin MacInnes | It was with the advent of the Laudie London era that I realized the whole teenage epic was tottering to doom. | Buy | |
| Accident | Danielle Steel | It was one of those perfect, deliciously warm Saturday afternoons in April, when the air on your cheek feels like silk, and you want to stay outdoors forever. | 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 | |
| Across the River and into the Trees | Ernest Hemingway | They started two hours before daylight, and at first, it was not necessary to break the ice across the canal as other boats had gone on ahead. In each boat, in the darkness, so you could not see, but only hear him, the poler stood in the stern, with his long oar. The shooter sat on a shooting stool fastened to the top of a box that contained his lunch and shells, and the shooter's two, or more, guns were propped against the load of wooden decoys. | Buy | |
| Act of Fear | Michael Collins | It began with the mugging of the cop. | Buy | |
| Act of God | Jeremiah Healy | Usually they call first. | Buy | |
| Action At Aquila | Hervey Allen | Southward, two mighty ranges of the Appalachians shouldered their way into the blue distance like tremendous caravans marching across eternity. | Buy | |
| Adam Bede | George Eliot | With a single drop of ink for a mirror, the Egyptian sorcerer undertakes to reveal to any chance comer far-reaching visions of the past. This is what I undertake to do for you, reader. | Buy | |
| Adventures of an Aide-de-Camp | James Grant | On the evening of the last day of June, 1806, the transports which had brought our troops from Sicily anchored off the Italian coast, in the Bay of St. Eufemio, a little to the southward of a town of that name. | Buy | |
| Advise and Consent | Allen Stuart Drury | When Bob Munson awoke in his apartment at the Sheraton-Park Hotel at seven thirty-one in the morning he had the feeling it would be a bad day. | Buy | |
| After Many a Summer | Aldous Huxley | It had all been arranged by telegram, Jeremy Pordage was to look out for a coloured chauffeur in a grey uniform with a carnation in his button-hole; and the coloured chauffeur was to look out for a middle-aged Englishman carrying the Poetical Works of Wordsworth. In spite of the crowds at the station, they found one another without difficulty. | Buy | |
| After Noon | Susan Ertz | Crises have a way of thrusting into the limelight hitherto obscure persons, and giving them, for a long or short period, a leading role. | Buy | |
| Agnes Grey | Anne Brontë | My father was a clergyman of the north of England, who was deservedly respected by all who knew him; and, in his younger days, lived pretty comfortably on the joint income of a small incumbency and a snug little property of his own. | Buy | |
| Ahab's Wife, or, The Star-Gazer | Sena Jeter Naslund | Captain Ahab was neither my first husband nor my last. Yet, looking up--into the clouds--I conjure him there: his gray-white hair; his gathered brow; and the zaggy mark (I saw it when lying with him by candlelight and, also, taking our bliss on the sunny moor among curly-cup gumweed and lamb's ear.) | Buy | |
| Airframe | Michael Crichton | Emily Jansen sighed in relief. The long flight was nearing an end. Morning sunlight streamed through the windows of the airplane. | Buy | |
| Airport | Arthur Hailey | At half-past six on a Friday evening in January, Lincoln International Airport, Illinois, was functioning, though with difficulty. | Buy | |
| Alaska | James A. Michener | About a billion years ago, long before the continents had separated to define the ancient oceans, or their own outlines had been determined, a small protuberance jutted out from the northwest corner of what would later become North America. | Buy | |
| Alexander | Willa Sibert Cather | Late one brilliant April afternoon Professor Lucius Wilson stood at the head of Chestnut Street, looking about him with the pleased air of a man of taste who does not very often get to Boston. | Buy | |
| Alice of Old Vincennes | Maurice Thompson | Up to the days of Indiana's early statehood, probably as late as 1825, there stood, in what is now the beautiful little city of Vincennes on the Wabash, the decaying remnant of an old and curiously gnarled cherry tree, known as the Roussillion tree, le cerisier de Monsieur Roussillion, as the French inhabitants called it, which as long as it lived bore fruit remarkable for richness of flavor and peculiar dark ruby depth of color. | Buy | |
| Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Lewis Carroll | Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book," thought Alice "without pictures or conversation?" | Buy | |
| All Around the Town | Mary Higgins Clark | Ten minutes before it happened, four-year-old Laurie Kenyon was sitting crosslegged on the floor of the den rearranging the furniture in her dollhouse. She was tired of playing alone and wanted to go in the pool. | Buy | |
| All in the Family | Edwin O'Connor | One year, when I was a boy--eleven, going on twelve--my father took me to Ireland. We went because of a tragedy, a family tragedy which was really my first experience with sadness of any kind. | Buy | |
| All Kneeling | Anne Parrish | Christabel Caine sat by her open window writing "A Pleasant Incident of My Vacation" in the moments when there was nothing to distract her attention. But a good deal was happening this afternoon. | Buy | |
| All My Goodbyes | Jacqueline Burt Henkel | It's important that I put into words the thoughts and feelings that were left unsaid while my parents were still alive. | Buy | |
| All Quiet on the Western Front | Erich Maria Remarque | We are at rest five miles behind the front. | Buy | |
| All Roads Lead to Calvary | Jerome K Jerome | She had not meant to stay for the service. | Buy | |
| All the King's Men | Robert Penn Warren | To get there you follow Highway 58, going northeast out of the city, and it is a good highway and new. Or was new, the day we went up. | Buy | |
| All the Pretty Horses | Cormac McCarthy | The candleflame and the image of the candleflame caught in the pierglass twisted and righted when he entered the hall and again when he shut the door. He took off his hat and came slowly forward. | Buy | |
| All the Young Men | Marvin H Albert | The bodies of the two Marine scouts who had been trudging through the frozen Korean hills ahead of the advancing Second Platoon lay in the deep snow behind the brush-filled gully that lined the north rim of the valley. | Buy | |
| All This, and Heaven Too | Rachel Field | DEAR GRAND-AUNT
HENDRIETTA, Although I never knew you in life, as a child I often cracked butternuts on your tombstone. | Buy | |
| All Through the Night | Mary Higgins Clark | There were twenty-two days to go before Christmas, but Lenny was doing his Christmas shopping early this year. | Buy | |
| All's Well That Ends Well | William Shakespeare | In delivering my son from me I bury a second husband. | Buy | |
| Almayer | Joseph Conrad | "Kaspar! Makan!" The well-known shrill voice startled Almayer from his dream of splendid future into the unpleasant realities of the present hour. | Buy | |
| Alton Locke | Charles Kingsley | I am a Cockney among Cockneys. | Buy | |
| Alvin's Secret Code | Clifford Hicks | Alvin Fernald had a warm, tingly feeling smack in the middle of his stomach. | Buy | |
| Amber Brown is Not a Crayon | Paula Danziger | In just ten minutes, our entire class is getting on a plane for our flight to China. | Buy | |
| American Pastoral | Philip Roth | The Swede. During the war years, when I was still a grade school boy, this was a magical name in our Newark neighborhood, even to adults just a generation removed from the city's old Prince Street ghetto and not yet so flawlessly Americanized as to be bowled over by the prowess of a high school athlete. The name was magical; so was the anomalous face. | Buy | |
| American Taboo | Philip Weiss | No one forgets his first foreign country. | Buy | |
| Amy and Isabelle | Elizabeth Strout | It was terribly hot that summer Mr. Robertson left town, and for a long while the river seemed dead. Just a dead brown snake of a thing lying flat through the center of town, dirty yellow foam collecting at its edge. Strangers driving by on the turnpike rolled up their windows at the gagging, sulfurous smell and wondered how anyone could live with that kind of stench coming from the river and the mill. | Buy | |
| An Academic Question | Barbara Pym | "What jewels will you be wearing tonight, Mother?" | Buy | |
| An American Dream | Norman Mailer | I met Jack Kennedy in November, 1946. | Buy | |
| An American Tragedy | Theodore Dreiser | Dusk--of a summer night. | Buy | |
| An Error of Judgement | Pamela Hansford Johnson | Suspecting myself of a cardiac disease, I went one morning to Harley Street to see Setter who had been recommended to me by my doctor. | Buy | |
| An Eye of the Fleet | Richard Woodman | A baleful sun broke through the overcast to shed a patch of pale light on the frigate. | Buy | |
| An Indecent Obsession | Colleen McCullough | The young soldier stood looking doubtfully up at the unlabelled entrance to ward X, his kit bag lowered to the ground while he assessed the possibility that this was indeed his ultimate destination. | Buy | |
| An Occurence At Owl Creek Bridge | Ambrose Bierce | A man stood upon a railroad bridge in northern Alabama, looking down into the swift water twenty feet below. | Buy | Read |
| An Outcast of the Islands | Joseph Conrad | When he stepped off the straight and narrow path of his peculiar honesty, it was with an inward assertion of unflinching resolve to fall back again into the monotonous but safe stride of virtue as soon as his little excursion into the wayside quagmires had produced the desired effect. | Buy | |
| Anatomy of a Killer | Peter Rabe | When he was done in the room he stepped away quickly because the other man was falling his way. | Buy | |
| Anatomy of a Murder | Robert Traver (pseudonym of John Voelker) | The mine whistles were tooting midnight as I drove down Main Street hill. | Buy | |
| Ancient Evenings | Norman Mailer | Crude thoughts and fierce forces are my state. | Buy | |
| And Now Good-Bye | James Hilton | The Reford rail smash was a bad business." | Buy | |
| And Now Tomorrow | Rachel Field | It was years since I had set foot in the ell storeroom. But yesterday Aunt Em sent me there on an errand, and the souvenirs I came upon have disturbed me ever since, teasing my mind with memories that persist like fragments of old tunes. | Buy | |
| And Quiet Flows the Don | Mikhail Sholokhov | The Melekhov farm was right at the end of the Tatarsk village. The gate of the cattle-yard opened northward towards the Don. | Buy | |
| And So--Victoria | William Vaughan Wilkins | The great window-bay over the porch became a very private place after the waiter had drawn the curtains before its recess. The small boy, crouched on the seat that ran around three sides of it, was not sorry to be shut out, with the fading daylight, from the cognizance of the two gentlemen sitting at wine over the fire in the room beyond. | Buy | |
| And So--Victoria | William Vaughan Wilkins | Mr. William Ross and George Higgins called on Monsieur de Boucher so early that he was still breakfasting with his wife on coffee and rolls in a sunny sitting-room overlooking the Thames. | Buy | |
| And Tell of Time | Laura Lettie Krey (used pseudonym Mary Everett) | Spring came late, the year the war closed. | Buy | |
| Andersonville | MacKinlay Kantor | Sometimes there was a compulsion which drew Ira Claffey from his plantation and sent him to walk the forest. | Buy | |
| Angel Pavement | J B Priestly | She came gliding along London's broadest street, and then halted, swaying gently. | Buy | |
| Angela's Ashes | Frank McCourt | My father and mother should have stayed in New York where they met and married and where I was born. | Buy | |
| Angela's Business | Henry Sydnor Harrison | Being an author actually at work, and not an author being photographed at work by a lady admirer, he did not gaze large-eyed at a poppy in a crystal vase, one hand lightly touching his forehead, the other tossing off page after page in high godlike frenzy. | Buy | |
| Angels Flight | Michael Connelly | The word sounded alien in his mouth, as if spoken by someone else. | Buy | |
| Angle of Repose | Wallace Stegner | Now I believe they will leave me alone. | Buy | |
| Angry Moon | Terrill Lankford | "Tequila", the stranger said with a wicked grin. | Buy | |
| Animal Farm | George Orwell | Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes. With the ring of light from his lantern dancing from side to side, he lurched across the yard, kicked off his boots at the back door, drew himself a last glass of beer from the barrel in the scullery, and made his way up to bed, where Mrs. Jones was already snoring. | Buy | |
| Ann Vickers | Sinclair Lewis | Slow yellow river flowing, willows that gesture in tepid August airs, and four children playing at greatness, as, doubtless, great men themselves must play. | Buy | |
| Anna Karenina | Leo Tolstoy (Count Lev Tolstoi) | Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. | Buy | |
| Annabel Lee | Edgar Allan Poe | It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee;-- And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. | Buy | |
| Anne of Green Gables | Lucy Maud Montgomery | Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies' eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde's Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde's door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof. | Buy | |
| Another Country | James Baldwin | He was facing Seventh Avenue, at Times Square. | Buy | |
| Another Day | Jeffrey Farnol | This narrative should begin with the death-sob of Red Rory as the murderous bullet smote him from life; it should continue with the sick awaking of young Keith, Dallas, Chisholm in a certain evil haunt of Hell's Kitchen, New York City, to find himself staring into a hated face, seen as it were through a swirling mist, a ghastly face - grey, dead, blood-smeared, and beneath his own lax fingers a revolver, while with throbbing brain and mind a very chaos of horror he strove desperately to think back ... dispel this dreadful mist that benumbed his every faculty ... to remember.... | Buy | |
| Answered Prayers | Danielle Steel | Faith Madison looked small and serious and stylish, as she set the table, tossed a salad, and glanced into the oven at the dinner she'd prepared. | Buy | |
| Antarctica | Kim Stanley Robinson | First you fall in love with Antarctica, then it breaks your heart. | Buy | |
| Anthem | Ayn Rand | It is a sin to write this. | Buy | |
| Anthony Adverse | Hervey Allen | Between the villages of Aubiere and Romagnat in the ancient Province of Auvergne there is an old road that comes suddenly over the top of a high hill. To stand south of this ridge looking up at the highway flowing over the skyline is to receive one of those irrefutable impressions from landscape which requires more than a philosopher to explain. In this case it is undoubtedly, for some reason, one of exalted expectation. | Buy | |
| Antony and Cleopatra | William Shakespeare | Nay, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes That o'er the files and musters of war Have glowed like plated Mars, now bend, now turn The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front. | Buy | |
| Ape and Essence | Aldous Huxley | It was the day of Gandhi's assassination; but on Calvary the sightseers were more interested in the contents of their picnic baskets than in the possible significance of the, after all, rather commonplace event they had turned out to witness. In spite of all the astronomers can say, Ptolemy was perfectly right: the center of the universe is here, not there. | Buy | |
| Apollyon | Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins | Rayford Steele worried about Mac McCullum's silence in the cockpit of Global Community One during the short flight from New Babylon to Tel Aviv. | Buy | |
| Appointment in Samarra | John O'Hara | Our story opens in the mind of Luther L. (L for LeRoy) Fliegler, who is lying in his bed, not thinking of anything, but just aware of sounds, conscious of his own breathing, and sensitive to his own heartbeats. Lying beside him is his wife, lying on her right side and enjoying her sleep. | Buy | |
| Arabian Nights | Antoine Galland | PRAISE BE TO ALLAH - THE BENEFICENT KING - THE CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE - LORD OF THE THREE WORLDS - WHO SET UP THE FIRMAMENT WITHOUT PILLARS IN ITS STEAD - AND WHO STRETCHED OUT THE EARTH EVEN AS A BED - AND GRACE, AND PRAYER - BLESSING BE UPON OUR LORD MOHAMMED - LORD OF APOSTOLIC MEN - AND UPON HIS FAMILY AND COMPANION TRAIN - PRAYER AND BLESSINGS ENDURING AND GRACE WHICH UNTO THE DAY OF DOOM SHALL REMAIN - AMEN! - O THOU OF THE THREE WORLDS SOVEREIGN! | Buy | |
| Arch of Triumph | Erich Maria Remarque | The woman veered toward Ravic. She walked quickly, but with a peculiar stagger. Ravic first noticed her when she was almost beside him. He saw a pale face, high cheekbones and wide-set eyes. The face was rigid and masklike; it looked hollowed out, and her eyes in the light from the street lamps had an expression of such glassy emptiness that they caught his attention. | Buy | |
| Are You My Mother? | P D Eastman | A mother bird sat on her egg. | Buy | |
| Are You There God, It's Me Margaret | Judy Blume | Are you there God? It's me, Margaret. We're moving today. I'm so scared God. I've never lived anywhere but here. Suppose I hate my new school? Suppose everybody there hates me? Please help me God. Don't let New Jersey be too horrible. Thank you. | Buy | |
| Armageddon | Leon Uris | Captain Sean O'Sullivan lifted the blackout curtain. A burst of dull light grayed the room. Christ, he thought, doesn't the sun ever shine in London. He heard planes droning overhead toward the English Channel but he could not see them through the thick fog. He wondered if his brother, Tim, was flying today. | Buy | |
| Around the World in Eighty Days | Jules Verne | In the year 1872, No. 7 Savile Rowe, Burlington Gardens--the house where Sheridan died in 1814--was occupied by Phileas Fogg, Esq. | Buy | |
| Around the World with Auntie Mame | Patrick Dennis | Christmas is nearly here and I look forward to it more and more with loathing. | Buy | |
| Arrowsmith | Sinclair Lewis | The driver of the wagon swaying through forest and swamp of the Ohio wilderness was a ragged girl of fourteen. | Buy | |
| Artifact | Gregory Benford | The buried the great King as twilight streaked the west crimson. | Buy | |
| As For Me and My House | Sinclair Ross | Philip has thrown himself across the bed and fallen asleep, his clothes on still, one of his long legs dangling on the floor. | Buy | |
| As I Lay Dying | William Faulkner | Jewel and I come up from the field, following the path in single file. Although I am fifteen feet ahead of him, anyone watching us from the cottonhouse can see Jewel's frayed and broken straw hat a full head above my own. | Buy | |
| As the Earth Turns | Gladys Hasty Carroll | Outside the house it was storming, a busy downfall of flakes that the wind blew lightly across acres of old snow left from December. | Buy | |
| As You Like It | William Shakespeare | As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion, - ... | Buy | |
| Assassins | Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins | Rage. No other word described it. | Buy | |
| Assassins Have Starry Eyes | Donald Hamilton | I got up at five forty-five, started the stove, and went down to the creek for water. | Buy | |
| Assault on a Queen | Jack Finney | From the lobby of the little resort hotel on Fire Island, New York, a man in blue swimming trunks walked out onto the big veranda. | Buy | |
| Assignment - 13th Princess | William B Aarons | Durell thought he must be dreaming. | Buy | |
| Assignment - Bangkok | Edward S Aarons | He could neither stand nor sit nor lie down. | Buy | |
| Assignment - Lili Lamaris | Edward S Aarons | Durell flew from New York via an Alitalia airliner directly to the Ciampino Airport outside of Rome, and he used the regular bus service to get to his hotel on the Via Veneto, not far from the Palazzo Margherita, where the American Embassy was located. | Buy | |
| Assignment - Sumatra | Edward S Aarons | "Don't touch me," Lydia said. | Buy | |
| Assignment--Angelina | Edward S Aarons | Mark drove the Cadillac right into town. | Buy | |
| Assignment--Death Ship | William B Aarons | Durell squinted into the Caribbean glare, searching the distance where the stricken liner Sun Rover could be expected to emerge from its shroud of salt haze. | Buy | |
| Assignment--Peking | Edward S Aarons | The man in the mask struggled in the darkness of his nonidentity. | Buy | |
| Assignment--The Girl in the Gondola | Edward S Aarons | He was dying. | Buy | |
| Assignment--White Rajah | Edward S Aarons | Durell ran and fell and picked himself up and ran again. | 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 | |
| At the Mountains of Madness | Howard Phillips Lovecraft | I am forced into speech because men of science have refused to follow my advice without knowing why. It is altogether against my will that I tell my reasons for opposing this contemplated invasion of the antarctic--with its vast fossil-hunt and its wholesale boring and melting of the ancient ice-cap--and I am the more reluctant because my warning may be in vain. | Buy | |
| Atlas Shrugged | Ayn Rand | Who is John Galt? | Buy | |
| Atlas Shrugged | Ayn Rand | "Who is John Galt?" | Buy | |
| Audrey | Mary Johnston | The valley lay like a ribbon thrown into the midst of the encompassing hills. The grass which grew there was soft and fine and abundant; the trees which sprang from its dark, rich mould were tall and great of girth. A bright stream flashed through it, and the sunshine fell warm upon the grass and changed the tassels of the maize into golden plumes. | Buy | |
| August 1914 | Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn | They left the village in the clear dawn light. As the sun rose the mountains were dazzling white with dark blue hollows, every indentation could be seen, and they looked so close that a stranger might have thought them a two hours' drive away. | Buy | |
| Augustus | John Edward Williams | I was with him at Actium, when the sword struck fire from metal, and the blood of soldiers was awash on deck and stained the blue Ionian Sea, and the javelin whistled in the air, and the burning hulls hissed upon the water, and the day was loud with the screams of men whose flesh roasted in the armor they could not fling off; and earlier I was with him at Mutina, where that same Marcus Antonius overran our camp and the sword was thrust into the empty bed where Caesar Augustus had lain, and where we persevered and earned the first power that was to give us the world; and at Philippi, where he traveled so ill he could not stand and yet made himself to be carried among his troops in a litter, and came near death again by the murderer of his father, and where he fought until the murderers of the mortal Julius, who became a god, were destroyed by their own hands. | Buy | |
| Auntie Mame | Patrick Dennis | It has rained all day. Not that I mind rain, but this is the day I promised to put up the screens and take my kid to the beach. I also meant to daub some giddy stencils on the composition walls of the place in the cellar which the realtor called a Rumpus Room and to start finishing what the realtor called an Unfinished Attic, Ideal for Guest Room, Game Room, Studio or Den. | Buy | |
| Autobiography | Gilbert Keith Chesterton | Bowing down in blind credulity, as is my custom, before mere authority and the tradition of the elders, superstitiously swallowing a story I could not test at the time by experiment or private judgment, I am firmly of the opinion that I was born on the 29th of May, 1874, on Campden Hill, Kensington; and baptised according to the formularies of the Church of England in the little church of St. George opposite the large Waterworks Tower that dominated that ridge. | Buy |