Dickens and His Secret Bookshelf Door

Did Franz Kafka ask his friend to burn all his unpublished manuscripts?

Did Ernest Hemingway write all his novels while standing up?

A curious tale about Agatha Christie's mysterious disappearance

Levin stood on the terrace as the last light drained from the sky, and the stars, one by one, pricked through the darkness like the points of needles through black cloth. He had spoken to no one of what had passed through his mind that afternoon — that revelation which had come not from books, not from argument, but from the simple words of Fyodor the peasant. And yet, even now, as the certainty of it settled within him like water finding its level, there stirred beneath it a counter-current of doubt — not doubt of the truth itself, but doubt of his own capacity to hold it.