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| Cadillacs | Joe Gores | At 5:04 P.M. on a Tuesday, October 17, Daniel Kearny Associates' narrow high-shouldered old charcoal Victorian at 760 Golden Gate Avenue ... fell over. | Buy | |
| Caesar's Women | Colleen McCollough | "Brutus, I don't like the look of your skin. Come here to the light, please." | Buy | |
| California Gold | John Jakes | The three hanged men turned in the wind as the timbers of the gibbet creaked and the blizzard covered the shabby coats of the dead with shrouds of white. The boy was frightened of the three, with their closed eyes, fishy white skin, purple throats. He knew them all: O'Murphy, Caslin, and Uncle Dave, Pa's brother. They frightened him nearly as much as this sudden storm. | Buy | |
| California Gold | John Jakes | The first treasure California began to surrender after the Gold Rush as the oldest: her land. | Buy | |
| Call It Sleep | Henry Roth | The small white steamer, Peter Stuyvesant, that delivered the immigrants from the stench and throb of the steerage to the stench and throb of New York tenements, rolled slightly on the water beside the stone quay in the lee of the weathered barracks and the new brick buildings of Ellis island. | Buy | |
| Cam Jansen and the Mystery of the Monster Movie | David A Adler | It was a cold winter Sunday afternoon. | Buy | |
| Cancel All Our Vows | John D MacDonald | The afternoon edition of the Minidoka Herald had a red-bordered box on page one titled WHEW! | Buy | |
| Candide | Voltaire | There lived in Westphalia, at the country seat of Baron Thunder-ten- tronckh, a young lad blessed by nature with the most agreeable manner. You could read his character in his face. He combined sound judgement with unaffected simplicity; and, I suppose, was why he was called _____. the old family servants suspected that he was the son of the Baron's sister by a worthy gentleman of that neighbourhood, whom the young lady would never agree to marry because he could only claim seventy-one quarterings, the rest of the family tree having suffered from the ravages of time. | Buy | |
| Candy | Terry Southern and Mason Hoffenberg | I've read many books," said Professor Mephesto, with an odd finality, wearily flattening his hands on the podium, addressing the seventy-six sophomores who sat in easy reverence, immortalizing his every phrase with their pads and pens, and now, as always, giving him the confidence to slowly, artfully dramatize his words, to pause, shrug, frown, gaze abstractly at the ceiling, allow a wan wistful smile to play at his lips, and repeat quietly, "many books . . ." | Buy | |
| Cannery Row | John Steinbeck | Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem , a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream. | Buy | |
| Cannery Row | John Ernst Steinbeck | Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream. Cannery Row is the gathered and scattered, tin and iron and rust and splintered wood, chipped pavement and weedy lots and junk heaps, sardine canneries of corrugated iron, honky tonks, restaurants and whore houses, and little crowded groceries, and laboratories and flophouses. | Buy | |
| Capable of Honor | Allen Stuart Drury | "The latest wacky rumor in this wacky city [reported one of the Washington Evening Star's many lady columnists in Monday's paper] is that Patsy Jason Labaiya, sister of Presidential Likely Gov. Ted Jason of California and wife of Panamanian Ambassador Felix Labaiya, will run for the U.S. Senate. . . ." | Buy | |
| Cappy Ricks Retires | Peter B Kyne | If you have read previous tales of the Blue Star Navigation Company and the various brisk individuals connected therewith, you will recall one Michael J. Murphy, who first came to the attention of Cappy Ricks at the time he, the said Murphy, was chief kicker of the barkentine Retriever under Captain Matt Peasley. | Buy | |
| Captain Corelli's Mandolin | Louis De Berniers | Dr. Iannis had enjoyed a satisfactory day in which none of his patients had died or got any worse. | Buy | |
| Captain from Castile | Samuel Shellabarger | On the evening of June 28th, 1518, young Pedro de Vargas, aged nineteen, confessed his sins of the month to Father Juan Méndez. | Buy | |
| Captain Lightfoot | W R Burnett | It is time now, I think, to tell the true story of Michael Martin, better known to the people of Ireland generally - though not to his home town - as Captain Lightfoot. | Buy | |
| Captains and the Kings | Taylor Caldwell | "Joey, Joey? O God! Joey?" his mother cried out of her extremity and pain. | Buy | |
| Captains Courageous | Rudyard Kipling | The weather door of the smoking-room had been left open to the North Atlantic fog, as the big liner rolled and lifted, whistling to warn the fishing-fleet. | Buy | |
| Caravans | James A. Michener | On a bleak wintry morning some years ago I was summoned to the office of our naval attache at the American embassy in Kabul. | Buy | |
| Caribbean | James A. Michener | The chief character in this narrative is the Caribbean Sea, one of the world's most alluring bodies of water, a rare gem among the oceans, defined by the islands that form a chain of lovely jewels to the north and east. | Buy | |
| Carrie | Stephen King | Nobody was really surprised when it happened, not really, not on the subconscious level where savage things grow. | Buy | |
| Carrie | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | Nobody was really surprised when it happened, not really, not at the subconscious level where savage things grow. | Buy | |
| Casabianca | Felicia Hemans | The boy stood on the burning deck/ Whence all but he had fled | Buy | |
| Casabianca | Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans | The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. . . . . The flames roll'd on--he would not go Without his Father's word; That father, faint in death below, His voice no longer heard. | Buy | |
| Casino Royale | Ian Fleming | The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. | Buy | |
| Cass Timberlane | Sinclair Lewis | Until Jinny Marshland was called to the stand, the Judge was deplorably sleepy. | Buy | |
| Cassidy's Girl | David Goodis | It was raining hard in Philadelphia as Cassidy worked the bus through heavy traffic on Market Street. | Buy | |
| Castle Dangerous | Walter Dill Scott | It was at the close of an early spring day, when nature, in a cold province of Scotland, was reviving from her winter's sleep, and the air at least, though not the vegetation, gave promise of an abatement of the rigour of the season, that two travellers, whose appearance at that early period sufficiently announced their wandering character, which, in general, secured a free passage even through a dangerous were seen coming from the south-westward, within a few miles of the Castle of Douglas, and seemed to be holding their course in the direction of the river of that name, whose dale afforded a species of approach to that memorable feudal fortress. | Buy | |
| Cat and Mouse | James B. Patterson | Washington, D.C. The Cross house was twenty paces away and the proximity and sight of it made Gary Soneji's skin prickle. It was Victorian style, white shingled, and extremely well kept. As Soneji stared across Fifth Street, he slowly bared his teeth in a sneer that could have passed for a smile. This was perfect. He had come to murder Alex Cross and his family. | Buy | |
| Cat on a Hot Tin Roof | Tennessee Williams | One of those no-neck monsters hit me with a hot buttered biscuit so I have t' change! | Buy | |
| Cat's Cradle | Kurt Vonnegut | Call me Jonah. | Buy | |
| Cat's Cradle | Kurt Vonnegut Jr | Call me Jonah. My parents did, or nearly did. They called me John. | Buy | |
| Cat's Eye | Margaret Atwood | Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space. | Buy | |
| Catch 22 | Joseph Heller | It was love at first sight. | Buy | |
| Catch a Falling Spy | Len Deighton | "Smell that air," said Major Mann. | Buy | |
| Catch-22 | Joseph Heller | It was love at first sight. The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain he fell madly in love with him. Yossarian was in the hospital with a pain in his liver that fell just short of being jaundice. The doctors were puzzled by the fact that it wasn't quite jaundice. | Buy | |
| Catriona | Robert Louis Stevenson | The 25th day of August, 1751, about two in the afternoon, I, David Balfour, came forth of the British Linen Company, a porter attending me with a bag of money, and some of the chief of these merchants bowing me from their doors. Two days before, and even as yestermorning, I was like a beggar-man by the wayside, clad in rags, brought down to my last shillings, my companion a condemned traitor, a price set on my own head for a crime with the news of which the country rang. To-day I was served heir to my position in life, a landed laird, a bank porter by me carrying my gold, recommendations in my pocket, and (in the words of the saying) ball directly at my foot. | Buy | |
| Cause of Death | Patricia Cornwell | On the last morning of Virginia's bloodiest year since the Civil War, I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness where at sunrise I knew I would find the sea. | Buy | |
| Ceasar's Bicycle | John Barnes | Chrysamen was looking sad, and since she has huge dark eyes, she's good at looking sad. | Buy | |
| Centennial | James A. Michener | Only another writer, someone who had worked his heart out on a good book which sold three thousand copies, could appreciate the thrill that overcame me one April morning in 1973 when Dean Rivers of our small college in Georgia appeared at my classroom door. | Buy | |
| Challenger's Hope | David Feintuch | 'Carry on!' | Buy | |
| Champion | Ring Lardner | Midge Kelly scored his first knockout when he was seventeen. The knockee was his brother Connie, three years his junior and a cripple. | Buy | |
| Chances | Arthur Hamilton Gibbs | Two small, sturdy boys stood alone on the empty deck of the Channel steamer. | Buy | |
| Changes | Danielle Steel | "Dr. Hallam . . . Dr. Hallam . . . Dr. Hallam . . . Cardiac Intensive, Dr. Hallam . . ." The voice droned on mechanically as Peter Hallam sped through the lobby of Center City Hospital, never stopping to answer the page since the team already knew he was on his way. | Buy | |
| Changing Places: A Tale of Two Campuses | David 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 | |
| Charles O'Malley, The Irish Dragoon | Charles James Lever | The rain was dashing in torrents against the window-panes, and the wind sweeping in heavy and fitful gusts along the dreary and deserted streets, as a party of three persons sat over their wine, in that stately old pile which once formed the resort of the Irish Members, in College Green, Dublin, and went by the name of Daly's Clubhouse. | Buy | |
| Charlie and the Chocolate Factory | Roald Dahl | These two very old people are the father and mother of Mr. Bucket. | Buy | |
| Charlotte's Web | E B White | "Where's Papa going with that ax?" said Fern to her mother as they were setting the table for breakfast. | Buy | |
| Charming Billy | Alice McDermott | Somewhere in The Bronx, only twenty minutes or so from the cemetery, Maeve found a small bar-and-grill in a wooded alcove set well off the street that was willing to serve the funeral party of forty-seven medium-rare roast beef and boiled potatoes and green beans amandine, with fruit salad to begin and vanilla ice cream to go with the coffee. | Buy | |
| Chasing The Sea | Tom Bissell | The night was hot or cold, depending on where one stood. | Buy | |
| Chesapeake | James A. Michener | For some time now they had been suspicious of him. | Buy | |
| Child of Storm | H Rider Haggard | We white people think that we know everything. | Buy | |
| Childhood's End | Arthur C Clarke | The Volcano that had reared Taratua up from the Pacific depths had been sleeping now for half a million years. Yet in a little while, thought Reinhold, the island would be bathed in fires fiercer than any that had attended its birth. | Buy | |
| Chimera | John Barth | At this point I interrupted my sister as usual to say, "You have a way with words, Scheherazade." | Buy | |
| Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang | Ian Fleming | Most motorcars are conglomerations (this is a long word for bundles) of steel and wire and rubber and plastic, and electricity and oil and gasoline and water, and the toffee papers you pushed down the crack in the back seat last Sunday. | Buy | |
| Choke | Chuck Palahnuik | If you're going to read this, don't brother. | Buy | |
| Christine | Alice Cholmondeley | Lutzowstrasse 49, Berlin Thursday, May 28th, 1914. My blessed little mother, Here I am safe, and before I unpack or do a thing I'm writing you a little line of love. I sent a telegram at the station, so that you'll know at once that nobody has eaten me on the way, as you seemed rather to fear. It is wonderful to be here, quite on my own, as if I were a young man starting his career. | Buy | |
| Christine | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | "Oh my God!" my friend Arnie Cunningham cried out suddenly. "What is it?" I asked. His eyes were bulging from behind his steel rimmed glasses, he had plastered one hand over his face so that his palm was partially cupping his mouth, and his neck could have been on ball-bearings the way he was craning back over his shoulder. | Buy | |
| Christine | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | This is the story of a lover's triangle, I suppose you'd say--Arnie Cunningham, Leigh Cabot, and, of course, Christine. But I want you to understand that Christine was there first. She was Arnie's first love, and while I wouldn't presume to say for sure (Not from whatever heights of wisdom I've attained in my twenty-two years, anyway), I think she was his only true love. So I call what happened a tragedy. | Buy | |
| Christmas Day in the Workhouse | George R Sims | It is Christmas Day in the Workhouse. | Buy | |
| Christopher and Columbus | Countess Elizabeth von Arnim | Their names were really Anna-Rose and Anna-Felicitas; but they decided, as they sat huddled together in a corner of the second-class deck of the American liner St. Luke, and watched the dirty water of the Mersey slipping past and the Liverpool landing-stage disappearing into the mist, and felt that it was comfortless and cold, and knew they hadn't got a father or a mother, and remembered that they were aliens, and realised that in from of them lay a great deal of grey, uneasy, dreadfully wet sea, endless stretches of it, days and days of it, with waves on top of it to make them sick and submarines beneath it to kill them if they could, and knew that that hadn't the remotest idea, not the very remotest, what was before them when and if they did get across to the other side, and knew that they were refugees, castaways, derelicts, two wretched little Germans who were neither really Germans nor really English because they so unfortunately, so complicatedly were both,--they decided, looking very calm and determined and sitting very close together beneath the rug their English aunt had given them to put round their miserable alien legs, that what they really were, were Christopher and Columbus, because they were setting out to discover a New World. | Buy | |
| Christy | Catherine Marshall (Sarah Catherine Wood Marshall) | Only my father saw me to the Asheville station that Sunday morning in 1912. Mother had gotten up early to fix us a hot breakfast. It was one of those moments that would be as sharp and real in my mind years later as it was that January morning: that particular look of love and longing in mother's eyes; the smell of the starch in her crisp white apron; the hissing of the pine resin in the big iron stove; the lake of melted butter in the steaming mound of hominy grits on my plate. | Buy | |
| Christy | Catherine Marshall (Sarah Catherine Wood Marshall) | On that November afternoon when I first saw Cutter Gap, the crumbling chimney of Alice Henderson's cabin stood stark against the sky, blackened by the flames that had consumed the house. The encroaching field grass and chickweed and pennyroyal had all but obliterated even the outline of the foundations. | Buy | |
| Chronicle of a Death Foretold | Gabriel Garcia Marquez | On the day they were going to kill him, Santiago Nasar got up at five-thirty in the morning to wait for the boat the bishop was coming on. He'd dreamed he was going through a grove of timber trees where a gentle drizzle was falling, and for an instant he was happy in his dream. | Buy | |
| Cider with Rosie | Laurie Lee | I was set down from the carrier's cart at the age of three; and there with a sense of bewilderment and terror my life in the village began. | Buy | |
| Cimarron | Edna Ferber | All the Venables sat at Sunday dinner. | Buy | |
| Cities of the Plain | Cormac McCarthy | They stood in the doorway and stomped the rain from their boots and swung their hats and wiped the water from their faces. Out in the street the rain slashed through the standing water driving the gaudy red and green colors of the neon signs to wander and seethe and rain danced on the steel tops of the cars parked along the curb. | Buy | |
| Citizen of the Galaxy | Robert A. Heinlein | "Lot ninety-seven," the auctioneer announced. "A boy." | Buy | |
| City | Clifford Simak | Gramp Stevens sat in a lawn chair, watching the mower at work, feeling the warm, soft sunshine seep into his bones. | Buy | |
| City and the Stars | Arthur C Clarke | Like a glowing jewel, the city lay upon the breast of the desert. Once it had known change and alteration, but now time passed it by. Night and day fled across the desert's face, but in Diaspar it was always afternoon, and darkness never came. | Buy | |
| City Of Glass | Paul Auster | It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not. | Buy | |
| City of Ice | John Farrow | They called themselves Wolverines. | Buy | |
| City of Night | John Francisco Rechy | Later I would think of America as one vast City of Night stretching gaudily from Times Square to Hollywood Boulevard--jukebox-winking, rock-n-roll-moaning: America at night fusing its darkcities into the unmistakable shape of loneliness. | Buy | |
| City of Spades | Colin MacInnes | 'It's all yours, Pew, from now,' he said, adding softly, 'thank God,' and waving round the office a mildly revolted hand. | Buy | |
| Claire Ambler | Booth Tarkington (Newton Booth Tarkington) | Mr. Nelson Smock, arriving at his cottage in Maine on Friday afternoon for his weekly recuperation from Wall Street, paused in the hall and looked into the living room before going on in search of his wife. | Buy | |
| Claudius The God | Robert Graves | Two years have gone by since I finished writing the long story of how I, Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus, the cripple, the stammerer, the fool of the family, whom none of his ambitious and bloody-minded relatives considered worth the trouble of executing, poisoning, forcing to suicide, banishing to a desert island or starving to death--which was how they one by one got rid of each other--how I survived them all, even my insane nephew Gaius Caligula, and was one day unexpectedly acclaimed Emperor by the corporals and sergeants of the Palace Guard. | Buy | |
| Clayhanger | Arnold Bennett | Edwin Clayhanger stood on the steep-sloping, red-bricked canal bridge, in the valley between Bursley and its suburb Hillport. | Buy | |
| Clear and Present Danger | Tom Clancy | You couldn't look at her and not be proud, Red Wegener told himself. The Coast Guard cutter Panache was one of a kind, a design mistake of sorts, but she was his. Her hull was painted the same gleaming white found on an iceberg--except for the orange stripe on the bow that designated the ship as part of the United States Coast Guard. | Buy | |
| Cleopatra | H Rider Haggard | The recesses of the desolate Libyan mountains that lie behind the temple and city of Abydus, the supposed burying place of the Holy Osiris, a tomb was recently discovered, among the contents of which were the papyrus rolls whereon this history is written. | Buy | |
| Clochemerle | Gabriel Chevalier | It was the month of October 1922, at about five o'clock in the afternoon. The principal square of ______ was shady with its great chestnuts, in the centre of which stood a magnificent lime-tree said to have been planted in 1518 to celebrate the arrival of Anne de Beaujeu in those parts. | Buy | |
| Cloud Atlas | David Mitchell | Beyond the Indian hamlet, upon a forlorn strand, I happened on a trail of recent footprints. | Buy | |
| Cloudsplitter | Russell Banks | Upon waking this cold, gray morning from a troubled sleep, I realized for the hundredth time, but this time with deep conviction, that my words and behavior towards you were disrespectful, and rude and selfish as well. Prompting me now, however belatedly, to apologize and beg your forgiveness. | Buy | |
| Cocaine and Blue Eyes | Fred Zackel | It was almost midnight Christmas, and the runt was spoiling my breakfast. | Buy | |
| Cocksure | Mordecai Richler | Dino Tomasso braked before the high, familiar gates with the coupling snakes woven into the wrought iron. | Buy | |
| Cold Mountain | Charles Frazier | At the first gesture of morning, flies began stirring. Inman's eyes and the long wound at his neck drew them, and the sound of their wings and the touch of their feet were soon more potent than a yardful of roosters in rousing a man to wake. So he came to yet one more day in the hospital ward. | Buy | |
| Cold Sassy Tree | Olive Ann Burns | Three weeks after Granny Blakeslee died, Grandpa came to our house for his early snort of whiskey, as usual, and said to me, "Will Tweedy? Go find your mama, then run up to your Aunt Loma's and tell her I said git on down here. I got something to say. And I ain't a-go'n say it but once't." | Buy | |
| Colours Aloft! | Alexander Kent | It was unusually cold for mid-September and the cobbled streets of Portsmouth Point shone like metal from the overnight rain. | Buy | |
| Come and Get It | Edna Ferber | Down the stairway of his house came Barney Glasgow on his way to breakfast. | Buy | |
| Come The Night | Christina Skye | The moon was full. | Buy | |
| Come What May | Jill Limber | "Young lady, you could be the answer to my prayers." General Allen pointed to Amanda Giles' bodice. "But we'll have to do something about those." | Buy | |
| Comeback | Richard Stark | When the angel opened the door, Parker stepped first past the threshold into the darkness of the cinder block corridor beneath the stage. | Buy | |
| Comes The Dawn | Christina Skye | "Come out, villain!" | Buy | |
| Coming Up for Air | George Orwell | The idea really came to me the day I got my new false teeth. | Buy | |
| Command a King's Ship | Alexander Kent | An Admiralty messenger opened the door of a small anteroom and said politely, "If you would be so good as to wait, sir." | Buy | |
| Compulsion | Meyer Levin | Nothing ever ends. | 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 | |
| Coniston | Winston Churchill | First I am to write a love-story of long ago, of a time some little while after General Jackson had got into the White House and had shown the world what a real democracy was. | Buy | |
| Conjure Wife | Fritz Leiber | Norman Saylor was not the sort of man to go prying into his wife's dressing room. | Buy | |
| Contact | Carl Sagan | When they pulled her out, she was not crying at all. Her tiny brow was wrinkled, and then her eyes grew wide. She looked at the bright lights, the white- and green-clad figures, the woman lying on the table below her. Somehow familiar sounds washed over her. On her face was an odd expression for a newborn--puzzlement perhaps. | Buy | |
| Contract Null and 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 | |
| Convention | Fletcher Knebel and Charles Waldo Bailey II | Archie DuPage opened the door, but a blast of trumpets rang down
the corridor and drove him back inside the hotel room. California, here we come! | Buy | |
| Cooper's Creek | Alan Moorehead | Here perhaps, more than anywhere, humanity had had a chance to make a fresh start. | Buy | |
| Corelli's Mandolin | Louis de Bernieres | Dr Iannis had enjoyed a satisfactory day in which none of his patients had died or got any worse. | Buy | |
| Coriolanus | William Shakespeare | Before we proceed any further, hear me speak. | Buy | |
| Couples | John Updike | "What did you make of the new couple?" | Buy | |
| Courtship Rite | Donald Kingsbury | Prime Predictor Tae Ran-Kaiel was long dead but he lived in the bellies of his aggressive progeny. | Buy | |
| Cousin Betty | Honore de Balzac | One day, about the middle of July 1838, one of the carriages, lately introduced to Paris cabstands, and known as Milords, was driving down the Rue de l'Universite, conveying a stout man of middle height in the uniform of a captain of the National Guard. | Buy | |
| Cousin Betty | Honore de Balzac | One day, about the middle of July 1838, one of the carriages, lately introduced to Paris cabstands, and known as Milords, was driving down the Rue de l'Universite, conveying a stout man of middle height in the uniform of a captain of the National Guard. | Buy | |
| Crackdown | Bernard Cornwell | You cannot cheat death. | Buy | |
| Cradle and All | James B. Patterson | Sundown had bloodied the horizon over the uneven rooftops of South Boston. Birds were perched on every roof and seemed to be watching the girl walking slowly below. | Buy | |
| Cranks and Shadows | KC Constantine | Rumors of layoffs at election time were hardly a novelty in Rocksburg's City Hall. | Buy | |
| Creation | Gore Vidal | I am blind. But I am not deaf. Becuase of the incompleteness of my misfortune, I was obliged yesterday to listen for nearly six hours to a self-styled historian whose account of what the Athenians call "the Persian Wars" was nonsense of a sort that were I less old and more privileged, I would have risen in my seat at the Odeon and scandalized all Athens by answering him. | Buy | |
| Crime and Punishment | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | On an exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came
out of the garret in which he lodged in S. Place and walked
slowly, as though in hesitation, towards K. bridge. He had successfully avoided meeting his landlady on the staircase. His garret was under the roof of a high, five-storied house and was more like a cupboard than a room. The landlady who provided him with garret, dinners, and attendance, lived on the floor below, and every time he went out he was obliged to pass her kitchen, the door of which invariably stood open. | Buy | |
| Crome Yellow | Aldous Huxley | Along this particular stretch of line no express had ever passed. All the trains--the few that there were--stopped at all the stations. Denis knew the names of those stations by heart. Bole, Tritton, Spavin Delawarr, Knipswich for Timpany, West Bowlby, and, finally, Camlet-on-the-Water. | Buy | |
| Cross of St George | Alexander Kent | The Royal Dockyard at Portsmouth, usually a place of noise and constant movement, was as quiet as the grave. | Buy | |
| Crotchet Castle | Thomas Love Peacock | In one of those beautiful valleys, through which the Thames (not yet polluted by the tide, the scouring of cities, or even the minor defilement of the sandy streams of Surrey), rolls a clear flood through flowery meadows, under the shade of old beech woods, and the smooth glossy greensward of the chalk hills (which pour into it their tributary rivulets, as pure and pellucid as the fountain of Bandusium, or the wells of Scamander, by which the wives and daughters of the Trojans washed their splendid garments in the days of peace, before the coming of the Greeks); in one of those beautiful valleys, on a bold round-surfaced lawn, spotted with junipers, that opened itself in the bosom of an old wood, which rose with a steep, but not precipitous ascent, from the river to the summit of the hill, stood the castellated villa of a retired citizen. | Buy | |
| Crow Lake | Mary Lawson | When the end came, it seemed to do so completely out of the blue, and it wasn't until long afterward that I was able to see that there was a chain of events leading up to it. | Buy | |
| Crow Lake | Mary Lawson | My great-grandmother Morrison fixed a book rest to her spinning wheel so that she could read while she was spinning, or so the story goes. | Buy | |
| Cry Hard, Cry Fast | John D MacDonald | Two hours before the accident occurred, Devlin Jamison drove over the crest of a hill on the pitted two-lane asphalt and saw, far below him, the multiple lanes of the east-west highway, the yellow octagon of the stop sign. | Buy | |
| Cry the Beloved Country | Alan Paton | There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills. These hills are grass covered and rolling and they are lovely beyond any singing of it | Buy | |
| Cryptonomicon | Neal Stephenson | Two tires fly. | Buy | |
| Cujo | Stephen King | Not so long ago, a monster came to the small town of Castle Rock, Maine. | Buy | |
| Cujo | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | Once upon a time, not so long ago, a monster came to the small town of Castle Rock, Maine. | Buy | |
| Curious George | H A Rey | This is George. He lived in Africa. | Buy | |
| Curtain | Agatha Christie | Who is there who has not felt a sudden startled pang at reliving an old experience or feeling an old emotion? | Buy | |
| Cutlass Empire | F van Wyck Mason | This mid-May evening was as fresh and fine as any Harry Morgan could recall. Like the plumes of so many warriors, clumps of soft greenery nodded jauntily above such dull red, brown and black roofs as were visible above a line of gray ramparts protecting the heart of Bristol Town. Above the stout twin towers defending Frome Gate a handful of rooks still were circling and cawing and, at this hour, only the loftiest of those turrets designed to protect the city remained gilded by a sun swinging ever lower over the scarlet-tinted Avon River. | Buy | |
| Cymbeline | William Shakespeare | You do not meet a man but frowns. Our bloods No more obey the heavens than our courtiers Still seem as does the King's. | Buy | |
| Cyrano de Bergerac | Edmund Rostand | The Doorkeeper: Stop! You haven't paid your fifteen sols! | Buy |