- When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease—of the joy that kills.
- Walking to the taffrail, I was in time to make out, on the very edge of a darkness thrown by a towering black mass like the very gateway of Erebus—yes, I was in time to catch an evanescent glimpse of my white hat left behind to mark the spot where the secret sharer of my cabin and of my thoughts, as though he were my second self, had lowered himself into the water to take his punishment: a free man, a proud swimmer striking out for a new destiny.
- Then ...... some idiot turned on the lights.
- "Solely," said Linley, "in order to get an appetite."
- She lifted the glass.
"Thanks, Nettie," she said. "Here's mud in your eye."
The maid giggled. "Tha's the way, Mis' Morse," she said. "You cheer up now."
"Yeah," said Mrs. Morse. "Sure."
- "She was a talker, wasn't she?" Bobby Lee said, sliding down the ditch with a yodel.
"She would of been a good woman," The Misfit said, "if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life."
"Some fun!" Bobby Lee said.
"Shut up, Bobby Lee," The Misfit said. "It's no real pleasure in life."
- Romance at short notice was her specialty.
- Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.
- "Oh, that," said Father Brown. "I opened it as soon as I saw it lying there. It’s all blank pages. You see, I am not superstitious."
- Now why should that man have fainted? But he did, and right across my path by the wall, so that I had to creep over him every time!
- Nick stood up on the log, holding his rod, the landing net hanging heavy, then stepped into the water and splashed ashore. He climbed the bank and cut up into the woods, toward the high ground. He was going back to camp. He looked back. The river just showed through the trees. There were plenty of days coming when he could fish the swamp.
- "It isn't fair, it isn't right," Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.
- I must have looked through every pile of mail a hundred times before I found the letter from the Clearys. Mrs. Talbot was right about the post office. The letter was in someone else's box.
- I didn’t do anything to die for... I didn’t do anything...
- His face was dark gray and his back stiff, as if he'd just had an injection of iron, and my stomach kind of fell as I felt how hard the world was going to be to me hereafter.
- He slept, and the world passed by.
- "God," he cries, dying on Mars, "God, we made it!"
- For me, then, as they began to play again, it glowed and shook above my brother's head like the very cup of trembling.
- And when he speaks of Irene Adler, or when he refers to her photograph, it is always under the honorable title of the woman.
- And found the Flower Passage, and Kelly and Lou and Bo and Muse. Kelly was buying beer so we all got drunk, and ate fried fish and fried clams and fried sausage, and Kelly was waving the money around, saying, "You should have seen him! The changes I put that frelk through, you should have seen him! Eighty lira is the going rate here, and he gave me a hundred and fifty!" and drank more beer.
And went up.
- Kate Chopin, The Story of an Hour.
- Joseph Conrad, The Secret Sharer.
- Ray Bradbury, The October Game.
- Lord Dunsany, Two Bottles of Relish.
- Dorothy Parker, Big Blonde.
- Flannery O'Connor, A Good Man is Hard to Find.
- Saki, The Open Window.
- Arthur C. Clarke, The Nine Billion Names of God.
- G.K.Chesterton, The Blast of the Book.
- Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper
- Ernest Hemingway, Big Two-Hearted River
- Shirley Jackson, The Lottery.
- Connie Willis, A Letter from the Clearys.
- Tom Godwin, The Cold Equations
- John Updike, A&P
- Roger Zelazny, The Graveyard Heart
- Theodore Sturgeon, The Man Who Lost the Sea.
- James Baldwin, Sonny's Blues
- Arthur Conan Doyle, A Scandal in Bohemia
- Samuel R. Delaney, Aye, and Gomorrah ....