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Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade by Steven Spielberg

I knew it was you. You have your father's eyes. - And my mother's ears, but the rest belongs to you.

Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman! by Richard P. Feynman

But no matter how effective the lesson was, I never really used it after that. I didn't enjoy doing …

God Only Knows by The Beach Boys

I may not always love you but long as there are stars above you, you never need to doubt it. I'll ma…

The Dark Knight by Christopher Nolan

Because some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, rea…

Exit West by Mohsin Hamad

In a city swollen by refugees but still mostly at peace, or at least not yet openly at war, a young …

Grandpa's Great Escape by David Walliams

One day Grandpa began to forget things. It was little things at first. The old man would make himsel…

Rich Dad Poor Dad by Robert T. Kiyosaki

I always make offers with escape clauses. In real estate, I make an offer with language that details…

No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai

There are all kinds of unhappy people in the world. I suppose it would be no exaggeration to say tha…

Wonder by R.J. Palacio

The things we do outlast our mortality. The things we do are like monuments that people build to hon…

Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer

By that point, entire sectors of my cerebral cortex seemed to have shut down altogether. Dizzy, fear…

Love In the Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez

That fear had been inside him for many years, it had lived with him, it had been another shadow ever…

The Thermodynamics of Pizza by Harold J. Morowitz

From compositional considerations the tomato layer would be expected to have a relatively high heat …

The Complete Short Stories of Guy de Maupassant Pa… by Guy de Maupassant

Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so b…

Roar by Katy Perry

I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath, scared to rock the boat and make a mess. So I sat quiet…

Seven Seas by Echo & The Bunnymen

Stab a sorry heart with your favorite finger. Paint the whole world blue and stop your tears from st…

Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder

Sophie was not sure whether she really believed that the source of everything actually was earth, ai…

Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray

When one fib becomes due as it were, you must forge another to take up the old acceptance; and so th…

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

And I knew that in spite of all the roses and kisses and restaurant dinners a man showered on a woma…

Little Shack by Donovan Frankenreiter

You're the one that told me I could swing by any evening, and so I stayed. I figured I'd be heading …

Non Fiction by Touché Amoré

Every moment can't remain and every life won't stay the same. With time comes a layer of rust and ou…