Found 94 results for "Obsessive-compulsive disorder in fiction"
by Marcel Proust
Yellow screen. Sound of a garden gate bell.
by Jane R. Hirschmann, Carol H. Munter
Picture this. You're walking down the street.
by Hubert Selby, Jr., Hubert Selby Jr.
THEY sprawled along the counter and on the chairs.
by Marcel Proust
The reader will remember that, well before going that day (the day on which the Princesse de Guermantes's reception was ...
by Marcel Proust
The twittering of the birds at daybreak sounded insipid to Francoise.
by Edgar Allan Poe
Antiochus Epiphanes is very generally looked upon as the Gog of the prophet Ezekiel.
by Marcel Proust
I'd come to a state of almost complete indifference concerning Gilberte, when, two years later, I felt for Balbec with m...
by Nicholas Sparks
In the years since Jim had died, Julie Barenson had somehow found a way to start living again.
by Edgar Allan Poe
The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis.
by Edgar Allan Poe
The Fall Of The House Of Usher