<p>Heart of Darkness :) Opps, that was in response to the last post on the first page of the thread.</p>
<p>You better get this one...</p>
<p>"Look up at the sky. Ask yourself, Has the sheep eaten the flower or not? "</p>
<p>The Little Prince</p>
<p>For it is the dawn that has come, as it has come for a thousand centuries, never failing. But when that dawn will come, of our emancipation, from the fear of bondage and the bondage of fear, why, that is a secret.</p>
<p>Cry the Beloved Country</p>
<p>ok i figured this thread would be a good place to post this question. I can't remeber the name of this one book (i think its a book) that i want to read. Its about 2 guys/friends who love the same girl and the one guy write poems and stuff for the other to give to the girl. Then he dies and she finds out who really wrote the poems</p>
<p>Cyrano de Bergerac, plagmayer</p>
<p>yea that sounds familiar, i knew it wouldn't take long for someone to help me out, thanks a lot</p>
<p>easy..heart of darkness
"Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting."</p>
<p>^awesome book.</p>
<p>easy..heart of darkness
"Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting."</p>
<p>^awesome book.</p>
<p>Sound and the Fury</p>
<p>Call me Ishmael. Some years ago-never mind how long precisely-having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation.</p>
<p>Moby Dick</p>
<p>" 'I have been informed, O beautious lady, by this my squire, that your greatness has been annihilated and your person undone, because from the queen and great lady you once were, you have turned into an ordinary damsel. If this has occurred by the order of the necromancer king, your father, fearful I would not give you all the assistance you needed and deserved, then I say that he did not and does not know the half of what he should and is not well-versed in chivalric histories; if he had read them as attentively as I, and spent the same amount of time reading them as I, he would have found on every page how knights with less fame than mine had successfully concluded more difficult enterprises, finding it no great matter to kill some insignificant giant, no matter how arrogant; because not many hours ago I found myself with him [the giant]. . . I prefer to remain silent, because I do not wish anyone to say that I am lying, but Time, which reveals all things, will disclose the truth to us when we least expect it.' "</p>
<p>Don Quixote, one of my favourite books</p>
<p>""Vivez, puis, et soyez heureux, enfants aim</p>
<p>WHOAAA I actually knew that one</p>
<p>Count of Monte Cristo</p>
<p>"Michael even recognized, by the crushed leaves and familiar stains, where the man had fallen once and had risen, uprooting a tiny sapling with his hands, to continue his flight.
Slowly and steadily, Michael closed in on Christian Diestl."</p>
<p>The Count of Monte Cristo</p>
<p>I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's Heaven: and Mr. XXX and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us. A capital fellow! He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows, as I rode up, and when his fingers sheltered themselves, with a jealous resolution, still further in his waistcoat, as I announced my name.</p>
<p>I removed the character's name to make it harder.</p>
<p>Drats! I type too slowly. :(</p>
<p>ilovetocamp, yours is The Young Lions.</p>
<p>Wuthering Heights</p>
<p>"Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no xxxxxx at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before xxxxxx was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style."</p>
<p>Love that so, so much.</p>
<p>Lolita</p>
<p>I looked at Ras on his horse and at their handful of guns and recognized the absurdity of the whole night and of the simple yet confoundingly complex arrangement of hope and desire, fear and hate, that had brought me here still running, and knowing now who I was and where I was and knowing too that I had no longer to run for or from the Jacks and the Emersons and the Bledsoes and Nortons, but only from their confusion, impatience, and refusal to recognize the beautiful absurdity of their American identity and mine. </p>
<p>(that's one loooong sentence :) )</p>
<p>Invisible Man</p>
<p>" 'When I went back for my breechesthey were all in a tangle when I was gettin' out of 'em, I couldn't get 'em loose. When I went back' xxx took a deep breath. 'When I went back, they were folded across the fence . . . like they were expectin' me.'
'Across'
'And something else' xxx's voice was flat. 'Show you when we get home. They'd been sewed up. Not like a lady sewed 'em, like somethin' I'd try to do. All crooked. It's almost like'
'somebody knew you were comin' back for 'em.' "</p>
<p>my favorite book</p>
<p>To Kill A Mockingbird... one of the best books ever! :D</p>
<p>"It was a dark and stormy night"</p>