Found 5,694 results for "Friendship in fiction"
by Katherine Paterson
"Ba-room, ba-room, ba-room, baripity, baripity, bariptity, bariptity-Good. His dad had the pickup going."
by Alexandre Dumas, Auguste Maquet
Le premier lundi du mois d’avril 1625, le bourg de Meung, où naquit l’auteur du Roman de la Rose, semblait être da...
by 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...
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
A tall, slim girl, 'half past sixteen', with serious grey eyes and hair which her friends called auburn, had sat down on...
by J. K. Rowling
Les deux hommes surgirent de nulle part, à quelques mètres l’un de l’autre, sur le chemin étroit éclairé par la lune. Pe...
by Mark Twain
YOU DON'T know about me, without you have read a book by the name of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that ain't no m...
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
MRS. RACHEL LYNDE lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladie...
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Near everyone agreed Mary Lennox was a most disagreeable child.
by L. Frank Baum
IN the Country of the Gillikins, which is at the North of the Land of Oz, lived a youth called Tip.
by C. S. Lewis
HABIA UNA VEZ CUATRO NINOS CUYOS nombres eran Pedro, Susana, Edmundo y Lucia.
by James Joyce
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed...
by C. S. Lewis
This is a story about something that happened long ago when your grandfather was a child.
by J. K. Rowling
Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways.
by Alexander Hamilton, James Madison
AFTER an unequivocal experience of the inefficacy of the subsisting federal government, you are called upon to deliberat...
by Astrid Lindgren
Way out at the end of a tiny little town was an old overgrown garden, and in the garden was an old house.
by Carlo Collodi
How it happened that Mr Cherry, the carpenter, found a piece of wood that laughed and cried like a child
by 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 li...
by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos
A carriage has just come to the door and Mamma has sent to tell me to come to her room at once.