Das Kapital

Karl Marx

The 42nd Parallel

John Dos Passos

General Mills with his gaudy uniform and spirited charger was the center for all eyes especially as his steed was extremely restless.

In Our Time

Ernest Hemingway

The strange thing was, he said, how they screamed every night at midnight.

The Faraway Tree Stories

Enid Blyton

The Rainbow

D. H. Lawrence

The Brangwens had lived for generations on the Marsh Farm, in the meadows where the Erewash twisted sluggishly through alder trees, separating Derbyshire and Nottinghamshire.

Molloy; Malone Dies; The Unnamable

Samuel Beckett

I am in my mother's room.

Babbitt

Sinclair Lewis

The towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs and delicate as silver rods.

The Code of the Woosters

P. G. Wodehouse

I reached out a hand from under the blankets, and rang the bell for Jeeves.

Sula

Toni Morrison

In that place, where they tore the nightshade and blackberry patches from the roots to make room for the Medallion City Golf Course, there was once a neighborhood.

Kane and Abel

Jeffrey Archer

April 18, 1906 - Slonim, Poland - She only stopped screaming when she died.