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Dock of the Bay by Otis Redding

Sitting in the morning sun, I'll be sitting when the evening comes. Watching the ships roll in, and …

Atlas by Battles

People won't be people when you hear this sound, that's been glowing in the dark at the edge of the …

Flowers by Miley Cyrus

I can buy myself flowers, write my name in the sand. Talk to myself for hours, say things you don't …

M*A*S*H by Larry Gelbart

You said I sounded a bit callous in my last letter, Dad. Let me see if I can put things in a better …

The Thermodynamics of Pizza by Harold J. Morowitz

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

Mrs. Potter's Lullaby by Counting Crows

All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep. And the lovesick rejections that acc…

Moneyball by Michael Lewis

Years later he would say that when he'd decided to become a professional baseball player, it was the…

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Gaston was not only a fierce lover, with endless wisdom and imagination, but he was also, perhaps, t…

A Random Walk Down Wall Street by Burton G. Malkiel

The lessons of market history are clear. Styles and fashions in investors' evaluations of securities…

Everyday Zen by Charlotte J. Beck

My dog doesn't worry about the meaning of life. She may worry if she doesn't get her breakfast, but …

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…

Bibliophile Princess: Volume 4 by Yui

The way he shot out his drink reminded me of the Merlion statue I saw described in foreign literatur…

Good Will Hunting by Gus van Sant

I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and bee…

Dune by David Lynch

It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of Sapho that thoughts acquire speed…

Civilization IV by Sid Meier

Music finds a comfortable parallel with that of human language. Much as language has words, sentence…

Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris

Quiet and willing to do whatever anyone else wanted, she was often favorably compared to a shadow.

Turning Pages by Tristi Pinkston

Our emotions cloud our perceptions. It's no wonder this library is the most wonderful place on earth…

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

She looked terrific. I said to myself, "Maybe she's going to be in the Spanish class - that'll be gr…

Cornbread Nation: The Best of Southern Food Writin… by Tore C. Olsson

Glancing through the 1977 Atlanta Yellow Pages reveals a city that had yet to be transformed by the …

Undertale by Toby Fox

Have you ever thought about a world where everything is exactly the same, except you don't exist? Ev…