Das Schloß

by Franz Kafka

IT WAS late evening when K. arrived.

Der Proceß

by Franz Kafka

Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested.

Poems

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Passenger to Frankfurt

by Agatha Christie

speaking the truth. I want help.

Henry Moore

by David Sylvester, Henry Moore

Georg Baselitz

by Georg Baselitz, Rainer M. Mason

Max Ernst

by Max Ernst, Werner Spies

Paul Klee

by Paul Klee

La Divina Commedia

by Dante Alighieri

To run through better waters the little ship of my wit now hoists its sails, leaving behind it a sea so cruel,

Rembrandt

by Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn, Holm Bevers

Andy Warhol

by Andy Warhol

We Have Always Lived in the Castle

by Shirley Jackson, Bernadette Dunne

My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood.

Howl's Moving Castle

by Diana Wynne Jones

In the land of Ingary, where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a mi...

The Glass Castle

by Jeannette Walls

I WAS SITTING IN a taxi, wondering if I had overdressed for the evening, when I looked out the window and saw Mom rootin...

The Wolves of Willoughby Chase (Wolves #1)

by Joan Aiken

It was dusk-winter dusk.

Kirkland Revels

by Eleanor Burford

The pilgrim's regress

by C. S. Lewis

I DREAMED OF A BOY who was born in the land of Puritania and his name was John.

The knight at dawn

by Mary Pope Osborne

Jack couldn't sleep.

Emil Nolde

by Emil Nolde, Jolanthe Nolde

Mistress Masham's Repose

by T. H. White

MARIA was ten years old.