Classics

'Although he feared death, he could not stop. 'If I stopped now, after coming all this way - well, they'd call me an idiot!'

'It was as if the sea, breaking down the wall protecting all the homes of the town, had sent a wave over her head'

Do you see your son, standing over there, in the antechamber? Well, I am going to shoot him.'

'Summer was drawing to a close, and I realized that the book was monstrous.'

'She was bored and fought against her boredom, which only bored her still more.'

'But I ran up the broken stairway, and came out suddenly, as if by a miracle, clean on the platform of my San Tommaso, in the tremendous sunshine.'

'Everything was dead, everything unreal; the dark mob was made up of stiff lay-figures'

'Time is a catastrophe, perpetual and irreversible.'

Self-celebrating and self-mocking autobiographical writings from Ecce Homo, the last work iconoclastic German philosopher Nietzsche wrote before his descent into madness.

A selection of Austen's dark and hilarious early writings - featuring murder, drunkenness, perjury, theft, poisoning, women breaking out of prison, men forging wills and babies biting off their mothers' fingers..

Laying humanity bare, these two devastating stories ask: is it possible to have a good death? And what does it mean to truly live?

'They didn't seem to take much interest in my private parts which to tell the truth were nothing to write home about, I didn't take much interest in them myself.'