The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie

by Muriel Spark

THE boys, as they talked to the girls from Marcia Blaine School, stood on the far side of their bicycles holding the han...

The mirror of the sea

by Joseph Conrad

HE WAS an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of th...

Zur psychopathologie des alltagslebens (The psychopathology ...

by Sigmund Freud

In the 1898 volume of the Monatsschrift fur Psychiatrie und Neurologie I published under the title of "The Psychical Mec...

A Kiss Before Dying

by Ira Levin

1 - His plans had been running so beautifully, so goddamned beautifully, and now she was going to smash them all. Hate ...

Strong Poison

by Dorothy L. Sayers

There were crimson roses on the bench; they looked like splashes of blood.

Poems

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton, Gerald Gould

Presumed Innocent

by Scott Turow

I should feel sorrier," Raymond Horgan says.

Billy Budd

by Herman Melville

In the time before steamships, or then more frequently than now, a stroller along the docks of any considerable seaport ...

3rd Degree

by James Patterson, Andrew Gross

IT WAS A CLEAR, calm, lazy April morning, the day the worst week of my life began.

Agudeza y arte de ingenio, en que se explican todos los modo...

by Baltasar Gracián y Morales, Aurora Egido

All has reached perfection, and becoming a true person is the greatest perfection of all.

The Power of Now

by Eckhart Tolle

A beggar had been sitting by the side of a road for over thirty years.

Where Are the Children?

by Mary Higgins Clark

RAY CAME DOWN THE STAIRS pulling the knot closed on his tie.

"A" is for Alibi

by Sue Grafton

My name is Kinsey Millhone.

A treatise of human nature

by David Hume

ALL the perceptions of the human mind resolve themselves into two distinct kinds, which I shall call IMPRESSIONS and IDE...

Daniel Deronda

by George Eliot

Men can do nothing without the make-believe of a beginning.

Clouds of Witness

by Dorothy L. Sayers

Lord Peter Wimsey stretched himself luxuriously between the sheets provided by the Hotel Meurice.

The fine art of small talk

by Debra Fine

Roman de la Rose

by Guillaume de Lorris, Jean de Meun

MANY men say that there is nothing in dreams but fables and lies, but one may have dreams which are not deceitful, whose...

Criminalistics

by Richard Saferstein

Allan Quatermain

by H. Rider Haggard

I have just buried my boy, my poor handsome boy of whom I was so proud, and my heart is broken.