Wallace: 3062 books

Two imprisoned young women, one African American and the other white, form a perilous bond. As they serve time they forge a plan for survival. They practice hard. If they don't get it right they'll lose everything: the outside world is even more dangerous to their friendship than the jail itself. Exploring...

Thrilling adventures of colonial Africa from the creator of King Kong In the jungles of West Africa, Commissioner Sanders is the highest representative of the British crown. The health and safety of a quarter-million natives—who speak countless languages and worship untold gods—are his...

From the New York Times bestselling author of Pearl Harbor and Oscar-nominated writer of Braveheart comes an epic historical page-turner: the gripping, unforgettable story of a patriot's secret mission in Russia to save America from certain defeat on the eve of the Revolutionary War. A brilliant soldier...

Maybe it will all be better tomorrow.Maybe things won’t have to be this way.Maybe, at the edge of all of this sickness and sorrow,Is the dawn of some brighter day.I don’t feel like I can go on any longer.I don’t know just how to make this right.The pain and the strain of a loss of hopeGetting...

A beautiful new edition—the first in nearly twenty years—of the work of Wallace Stevens, a founding father of contemporary American poetry, with a dazzling range of work that is at once emotional and intellectual. As John N. Serio reminds us in his elegant introduction, Stevens has written more...

I gave a glimpse of forever.You took meRight at all of my words,But you weren’t worth the time andWorth all of the hurt.We were good togetherBut better apart,If that’s what you wantedAnd where you now are,Why did you, why did you, why did you lie?Why did you force yourself on me?Why did you cry?

Hate meIf it makes you feel so goodSince I could never make youFeel anything elseHate me goodHate me nowIf it gives you some answer toSome question you’ve beenAsking yourself for so longHate me; please hate me

My mouth sewn shutMy eyes will bleedNo way to be wholeThough I feel the needRotting through a body of flesh,Infecting me with wounds so freshDead to my core,Hoping to beBut still living no more

Ah, memories, gone.Misery, so long.Enduring and unending,Calcifying my bones to thePoint of putrid rancidness,Hate, unbending,Pretending to notKnow that I’m right and you’re wrong,That I would be better, forever outOf your hands strangling my every thought.

It's far too hard to let go of it all, all of the endlessly-flowing memories of what once was.I do soHope you know about all the misery and painThe memorial stains, the rage and restraintThe rest of your remainsYou'll be gone for all of time,But I'll remember your name

My mind is more than I have left.I’m not alright,But I’m okay.You’re gonna leave me alone,Anyway.

How do you say goodbye to an angel?How do you tell your friend bye?How do youJust watch what you doAnd sit back and sayIt all depends on a lie

The numbing of the nothing that you’ve becomeIs something for someone, but only for youIf you can’t try trusting,Then you’re of no useBecause they have to fill you with their filthAnd fit you with their noose.

Empty and broken,Oscillating to answer toEverything everyone says of me,Demanding my attention,No careful condemnationErasing my innocenceInvasion of anythingI ever thought I'd be