Summary of Journey to Munich: by Jacqueline Winspear | Includes Analysis: by Jacqueline Winspear | Includes Analysis IRB Media1
Ulysses: "Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home." James Joyce
Pride And Prejudice: "It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." Jane Austen
Told After Supper: "It is always the best policy to tell the truth, unless of course you are an exceptionally good liar." Jerome K Jerome
Frances Hodgson Burnett - A Lady Of Quality: “She made herself stronger by fighting with the wind.” Frances Hodgson Burnett
20,000 Leagues Under the Sea: “We may brave human laws, but we cannot resist natural ones.” Jules Verne4
A Personal Record: "All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind." Joseph Conrad
The Mill on the Floss: "The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history." George Eliot
D H Lawrence - Etruscan Places: “Money poisons you when you've got it, and starves you when you haven't.” D.H. Lawrence
Jude The Obscure, By Thomas Hardy: "Every successful man is more or less a selfish man." Thomas Hardy
Desperate Remedies, By Thomas Hardy: "The beautiful things of the earth become more dear as they elude pursuit." Thomas Hardy
Return Of The Native, By Thomas Hardy: "Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?" Thomas Hardy
The Bride Of Lammermoor: "When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone." Sir Walter Scott
Frances Hodgson Burnett - The Secret Garden: “If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.” Frances Hodgson Burnett
Frances Hodgson Burnett - The Dawn Of A Tomorrow: "She made herself stronger by fighting with the wind." Frances Hodgson Burnett
Frances Hodgson Burnett - Sara Crewe: “Two things cannot be in one place. Where you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow.” Frances Hodgson Burnett
Lorna Doone: "….because I rant not, neither rave of what I feel, can you be so shallow as to dream that I feel nothing?" R.D. Blackmore
Dracul: Ierland, 1854. Terwijl Bram Stoker aan bed gekluisterd is, vindt in een nabijgelegen stadje een reeks vreemde sterfgevallen plaats. J.D. Barker3.7