I, Claudius, by Robert Graves

This is a confidential history. But who, it may be asked, are my confidants? My answer is: it is addressed to posterity.


Matilda, by Roald Dahl

“A book,” he said. “What d’you want a flaming book for?”

Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights, By Salman Rushdie

Do you understand why you are still alive? she asked Jimmy Kapoor, as, blushing, he pulled a bed sheet around himself. ‘Yes’ he replied, his eyes filled with wonder. ‘Because you saved my life’. That is so, she conceded, inclining her head. But you would have been dead before I reached you, crushed to bits in the great Urn, if it wasn’t for the other reason.

The Fortune of the Rougons, by Émile Zola

And now Silvere, whose head was turned away from her, who no longer seemed even conscious of her presence, had eyes only for those strangers whom he called his brothers.

The Marriages Between Zones Three, Four and Five, by Doris Lessing

When Al:Ith first heard of the Order, she believed it to be a joke. She and her sister laughed. All of Zone Three heard how they laughed. Then arrived a message that could only be regarded as a rebuke, and people came together in conferences and council all over the Zone.

Shikasta, by Doris Lessing

This is the point, you see, this is always the point which they must remember: that every child has the capacity to be everything. A child was a miracle, a wonder!