My Name is Red

Orhan Pamuk

I am nothing but a corpse now, a body at the bottom of a well.

Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant

Anne Tyler

While Pearl Tull was dying, a funny thought occurred to her.

The Power and the Glory

Graham Greene

Mr. Tench went out to look for his ether cylinder, into the blazing Mexican sun and the bleaching dust.

Hunger

Knut Hamsun

It was in those days when I wandered about hungry in Kristiania, that strange city which no one leaves before it has set his mark upon him. . .Det var i den tid jeg gikk omkring og sultet i Kristiania, denne forunderlige by som ingen forlater før han har fått merker av den ....

War and Remembrance

Herman Wouk

A liberty boat full of sleep hung-over sailors came clanging alongside the U.S.S. Northhampton, and a stocky captain in dress whites jumped out to the accommodation ladder.

Crash

J. G. Ballard

Vaughan died yesterday in his last car-crash.

the man in the high castle

Philip K. Dick

For a week Mr. R. Childan had been anxiously watching the mail.

Noughts & Crosses

Malorie Blackman

'Honestly, Mrs Hadley,' said Meggie McGregor, wiping her eyes.'Honestly, Mrs Hadley,' said Meggie McGregor, wiping her eyes. 'That sense of humour of yours will be he death of me yet!'

The Blue Lotus

Hergé

Germinal

Émile Zola

Dans la plaine rase, sous la nuit sans étoiles, d’une obscurité et d’une épaisseur d’encre, un homme suivait seul la grande route de Marchiennes à Montsou, dix kilomètres de pavé coupant tout droit, à travers les champs de betteraves.[translation by Havelock Ellis, 1894] Over the open plain, beneath a starless sky as dark and thick as ink, a man walked alone along the highway from Marchiennes to Montsou, a straight paved road ten kilometers in length, intersecting the beetroot-fields.