Opening lines are the initial portions of dialogue or text in a written book often constituted by at least the first sentence or a fragment thereof. A good opening line, or incipit, is usually considered desirable. A number of them are so well-known that they are remembered long after the book, while others are so famous that they can end up parodied.
- From a little after two o'clock until almost sundown of the long still hot weary dead September afternoon they sat in what Miss Coldfield still called the office because her father had called it that – a dim hot airless room with the blinds all closed and fastened for forty-three summers because when she was a girl someone had believed that sight and moving air carried heat and that dark was always cooler, and which (as the sun shone fuller and fuller on that side of the house) became latticed with yellow slashes full of dust motes which Quentin thought of as being flecks of the dead old dried paint itself blown inward from the scaling blinds as wind might have blown them.
- I am an American, Chicago born—Chicago, that somber city—and go at things as I have taught myself, free-style, and will make the record in my own way: first to knock, first admitted; sometimes an innocent knock, sometimes a not so innocent.
- You don't know about me without you have read a book called "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that ain't no matter.
- On a January evening of the early seventies, Christine Nilsson was singing in Faust at the Academy of Music in New York.
- Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the riverbank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, 'and what is the use of a book', thought Alice, 'without pictures or conversation?'
- I sing of arms and the man, he who, exiled by fate,first came from the coast of Troy to Italy, and to Lavinian shores – hurled about endlessly by land and sea, by the will of the gods, by cruel Juno’s remorseless anger, long suffering also in war, until he founded a city and brought his gods to Latium: from that the Latin people came, the lords of Alba Longa, the walls of noble Rome. Muse, tell me the cause: how was she offended in her divinity. how was she grieved, the Queen of Heaven, to drive a man, noted for virtue, to endure such dangers, to face so many trials? Can there be such anger in the minds of the gods?
- To get there you follow Highway 58, going northeast out of the city, and it is a good highway and new.
- The candleflame and the image of the candleflame caught in the pierglass twisted and righted when he entered the hall and again when he shut the door.
- My high school friends have begun to suspect I haven't told them the full story of my life.
- ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE is scrawled in blood red lettering on the side of the Chemical Bank near the corner of Eleventh and First and is in print large enough to be seen from the backseat of the cab as it lurches forward in the traffic leaving Wall Street and just as Timothy Price notices the words a bus pulls up, the advertisement for Les Miserables on its side blocking his view, but Price who is with Pierce & Pierce and twenty-six doesn't seem to care because he tells the driver he will give him five dollars to turn up the radio, "Be My Baby" on WYNN, and the driver, black, not American, does so.
- Dirk Moeller didn't know if he could fart his way into a major diplomatic incident. But he was ready to find out.
- Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pop-holes.
- One Wednesday afternoon in late September, Ann Veronica Stanley came down from London in a state of solemn excitement and quite resolved to have things out with her father that very evening.
- Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
- Mrs Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladie's eardrops, and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde's hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs Rachel Lynde's door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs Rachel Lynde was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed any-thing odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof.
- Jewel and I come up from the field, following the path in single file.
- Having placed in my mouth sufficient bread for three minutes' chewing, I withdrew my powers of sensual perception and retired into the privacy of my mind, my eyes and face assuming a vacant and preoccupied expression.
- If you were going to give a gold medal to the least delightful person on Earth, you would have to give that medal to a person named Carmelita Spats, and if you didn’t give it to her, Carmelita Spats was the sort of person who would snatch it from your hands anyway.
- The towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs and delicate as silver rods.
- I've been called Bone all my life, but my name's Ruth Anne.
- Bastard Out of Carolina by Dorothy Allison
- Gotham City. Maybe it's all I deserve, now. Maybe it's just my time in Hell.
- It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.
- It was about eleven o'clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills.
- RIGHT HERE AND NOW, as an old friend used to say, we are in the fluid present, where clear-sightedness never guarantees perfect vision.
- Ten days after the war ended, my sister Laura drove a car off a bridge.
- The trawler plunged into the angry swells of the dark, furious sea like an awkward animal trying desperately to break out of an impenetrable swamp.
- A squat grey building of only thirty-four stories. Over the main entrance the words “Central London Hatchery and Conditioning Centre” and, in a shield, the World State's Motto: “Community, Identity, Stability”.
- This is a tale of a meeting of two lonesome, skinny, fairly old white men on a planet which was dying fast.
- I shall clasp my hands together and bow to the corners of the world.
- Ba-room, ba-room, ba-room, baripity, baripity, baripity, baripity--Good.
- See the Child. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged linen shirt. He stokes the scullery fire.
- The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.
- A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head.
- Dr. Iannis had enjoyed a satisfactory day in which none of his patients had died or got any worse.
- It was love at first sight. The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain he fell madly in love with him.
- If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.
- It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not.
- It was dark by the time I reached Bonn, and I forced myself not to succumb to the series of mechanical actions which had taken hold of me in five years of traveling back and forth: down the station steps, up the station steps, put down my suitcase, take my ticket out of my coat pocket, pick up my suitcase, hand in my ticket, cross over to the newstand, buy the evening newspaper, go outside and signal for a taxi.
- Perhaps the sentiments contained in the following pages, are not yet sufficiently fashionable to procure them general favour; a long habit of not thinking a thing wrong gives it a superficial appearance of being right, and raises at first a formidable outcry in defence of custom.
- On an exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came out of the garret in which he lodged in S. Place and walked slowly, as though in hesitation, towards K. bridge.
- One summer afternoon Mrs. Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party whose hostess had put perhaps too much kirsch in the fondue to find that she, Oedipa, had been named executor, or she supposed executrix, of the estate of one Pierce Inverarity, a California real estate mogul who had once lost two million dollars in his spare time but still had assets numerous and tangled enough to make the job of sorting it all out more than honorary.
- It was 7 minutes after midnight. The dog was lying on the grass in the middle of the lawn in front of Mrs Shears' house. Its eyes were closed.
- It was a diamond all right, shining in the grass half a dozen feet from the blue brick wall.
- Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.
- When a day that you happen to know is Wednesday starts off by sounding like Sunday, there is something seriously wrong somewhere.
- Conventions, like clichés, have a way of surviving their own usefulness.
- Composite image, optically encoded by escort-craft of the trans-Channel airship Lord Brunel: aerial view of suburban Cherbourg, 14 October 1905.
- For a man of his age, fifty-two, divorced, he has, to his mind, solved the problem of sex rather well.
- Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightforward pathway had been lost.
- Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lived not long ago, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf and keeps a skinny nag and a greyhound for racing.
- In the week before their departure to Arrakis, when all the final scurrying about had reached a nearly unbearable frenzy, an old crone came to visit the mother of the boy, Paul.
- It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday, and I was in bed with my catamite when Ali announced that the archbishop had come to see me.
- Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.
- A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.
- I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.
- Like the brief doomed flare of exploding suns that registers dimly on blind men's eyes, the beginning of the horror passed almost unnoticed; in the shriek of what followed, in fact, was forgotten and perhaps not connected to the horror at all.
- What about the teakettle? What if the spout opened and closed when the steam came out, so it would become a mouth, and it could whistle pretty melodies, or do Shakespeare, or just crack up with me.
- During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
- When Farmer Oak smiled, the corners of his mouth spread till they were within an unimportant distance of his ears, his eyes were reduced to chinks, and diverging wrinkles appeared round them, extending upon his countenance like the rays in a rudimentary sketch of the rising sun.
- In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains.
- Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.
- We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.
- Tyler gets me a job as a waiter, after that Tyler's pushing a gun in my mouth and saying, the first step to eternal life is you have to die.
- riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
- His name was Gaal Dornick and he was just a country boy who had never seen Trantor before.
- You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings.
- If youth, throughout all history, had had a champion to stand up for it; to show a doubting world that a child can think; and, possibly, do it practically; you wouldn’t constantly run across folks today who claim that “a child don’t know anything.” A child’s brain starts functioning at birth; and has, amongst its many infant convolutions, thousands of dormant atoms, into which God has put a mystic possibility for noticing an adult’s act, and figuring out its purport.
- In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.
- I told you last night that I might be gone sometime, and you said, Where, and I said, To be with the Good Lord, and you said, Why, and I said, Because I'm old, and you said, I don't think you're old.
- George is my name; my deeds have been heard of in Tower Hall, and my childhood has been chronicled in the Journal of Experimental Psychology.
- Everyone had always said that John would be a preacher when he grew up, just like his father.
- Amergo Bonasera sat in New York Criminal Court Number 3 and waited for justice; vengeance on the men who had so cruelly hurt his daughter, who had tried to dishonor her.
- Scarlett O'Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were.
- It was a nice day.
All the days had been nice. There had been rather more than seven of them so far, and rain hadn't been invented yet. But clouds massing east of Eden suggested that the first thunderstorm was on its way, and it was going to be a big one.
- To the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarred earth.
- My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip.
- In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
- The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
- Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.
- Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive.
- Harry Potter was a very unusual boy in many ways.
- The villagers of Little Hangleton still called it “the Riddle House,” even though it had been many years since the Riddle family had lived there.
- The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and a drowsy silence lay over the large, square houses of Privet Drive.
- It was nearing midnight and the Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo that was slipping through his brain without leaving the slightest trace of meaning behind.
- The two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane.
- No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.
- In the town there were two mutes, and they were always together.
- The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.
- Of Herbert West, who was my friend in college and in after life, I can speak only with extreme terror.
- Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small, unregarded yellow sun.
- Mr Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he stayed up all night, was seated at the breakfast table.
- "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried,
As he landed his crew with care;
- On those cloudy days, Robert Neville was never sure when sunset came, and sometimes they were in the streets before he could get back.
- I, Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus This-that-and-the-other (for I shall not trouble you yet with all my titles) who was once, and not so long ago either, known to my friends and relatives and associates as “Claudius the Idiot,” or “That Claudius,” or “Claudius the Stammerer,” or “Clau-Clau-Claudius” or at best as “Poor Uncle Claudius,” am now about to write this strange history of my life; starting from my earliest childhood and continuing year by year until I reach the fateful point of change where, some eight years ago, at the age of fifty-one, I suddenly found myself caught in what I may call the “golden predicament” from which I have never since become disentangled.
- When I was three and Bailey was four, we had arrived in the musty little town, wearing tags on our wrists which instructed - "To Whom It May Concern" - that we were Marguerite and Bailey Johnson Jr., from Long Beach, California, en route to Stamps, Arkansas, c/o Mrs. Annie Henderson.
- I looked at my notes and I didn't like them. I'd spent three days at U.S. Robots and might as well have spent them at home with the Encyclopedia Tellurica.
- The village of Holcomb stands on the high wheat plains of western Kansas, a lonesome area that other Kansans call "out there."
- You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino's new novel, If on a winter's night a traveler.
- It was just noon that Sunday morning when the sheriff reached the jail with Lucas Beauchamp though the whole town (the whole county too for that matter) had known since the night before that Lucas had killed a white man.
- The first time I read the ad, I choked and cursed and spat and threw the paper to the floor.
- Kidnapping children is never a good idea; all the same, sometimes it has to be done.
- The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years - if it ever did end - began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.
- In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
- Some years ago there was in the city of York a society of magicians.
- One evening of late summer, before the present century had reached its thirteith year, a young man and woman, the latter carrying a child, were approaching the large village of Weydon-Priors on foot.
- It was four o'clock when the ceremony was over and the carriages began to arrive.
- It was seven o'clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke up from his day's rest, scratched himself, yawned, and spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips.
- "So you're all set for money, then?" the boy named Crow asks in his characteristic sluggish voice.
- The regular early morning yell of horror was the sound of Arthur Dent waking up and suddenly remembering where he was.
- The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn't sure it was worth the effort.
- Sitting beside the road, watching the wagon mount the hill toward her, Lena thinks, "I have come from Alabama: a fur piece."
- "Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
- It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on earth has ever produced the expression “As pretty as an airport.”
- You wouldn’t think we’d have to leave Chicago to see a dead body.
- He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made you think of a charging bull.
- The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon.
- When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton.
- It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.
- In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines lived twelve little girls in two straight lines.
- Once an angry man dragged his father along the ground through his own orchard. "Stop!" cried the groaning old man at last, "Stop! I did not drag my father beyond this tree."
- Samuel Spade's jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth.
- The suburb of Saffron Park lay on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset.
- My purpose is to tell of bodies which have been transformed into shapes of a different kind.
- As Gregor Samsa awoke from a night of uneasy dreaming, he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
- Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
- I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974.
- When animal droppings and garbage and spoiled straw are piled up in a great heap, the rotting and moiling give forth heat.
- The Miss Lonelyhearts of the New York Post-Dispatch (Are you in trouble?—Do-you-need-advice?—Write-to-Miss-Lonelyhearts-and-she-will-help-you) sat at his desk and stared at a piece of white cardboard.
- The ghost was her father's parting gift, presented by a black-clad secretary in a departure lounge at Narita.
- After killing the red-haired man, I took myself off Quinn's for an oyster supper.
- The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.
- The night before he went to London, Richard Mayhew was not enjoying himself.
- It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
- No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy, would have supposed her born to be a heroine.
- Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening Hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen.
- I am a sick man… I am a spiteful man. I am an unpleasant man. I think my liver is diseased.
- A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hill-side bank and runs deep and green.
- He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish.
- I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. I visited my wife's grave. Then I joined the army.
- Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no fictitious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat, inasmuch as it can be of no possible consequence to the reader, in this stage of the business at all events; the item of mortality whose name is prefixed to the head of this chapter.
- Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.
- He—for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it—was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters.
- As summer wheat came ripe,
so did I,
born at home, on the kitchen floor.
- I was the shadow of the waxwing slain / By the false azure in the windowpane
- Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat
- It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
- One winter night, at half past nine,
Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy,
I had come home, too late to dine
- The faith that I love the best, says God, is hope.
- Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.
- Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo...
- Mr. Tench went out to look for his ether cylinder, into the blazing Mexican sun and the bleaching dust.
- I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice - not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.
- The year that Buttercup was born, the most beautiful woman in the world was a French scullery maid named Annette.
- It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
- It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains.
- Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
- Everyone my age remembers where they were and what they were doing when they first heard about the contest.
- The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting.
- The story so far: In the beginning, the universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.
- A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching the time of twilight, and the vast tract of unenclosed wild known as Egdon Heath embrowned itself moment by moment.
- Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York
- When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him.
- Dr. John Harvey Kellogg, inventor of the cornflake and peanut butter, not to mention caramel-cereal coffee, Bromose, Nuttolene and some seventy-five other gastronomically correct foods, paused to level his gaze on the heavyset women in front of him.
- I was born in the Year 1632, in the City of York, of a good Family, tho' not of that Country, my Father being a Foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull; He got a good Estate by Merchandise, and leaving off his Trade, lived afterward at York, from whence he had married my Mother, whose Relations were named Robinson, a very good Family in that Country, and from whom I was called Robinson Kreutznaer; but by the usual Corruption of Words in England, we are now called, nay we call our selves, and write our Name Crusoe, and so my Companions always call'd me.
- Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
- When Miss Emily Grierson died, our whole town went to her funeral: the men through a sort of respectful affection for a fallen monument, the women mostly out of curiosity to see the inside of her house, which no one save an old man-servant--a combined gardener and cook--had seen in at least ten years.
- ...and it's a story that might bore you but you don't have to listen, she told me, because she always knew it was going to be like that
- "'To be born again,' sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, 'first you have to die.'"
- To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman.
- When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen.
- Intelligent life on a planet comes of age when it first works out the reason for its own existence. If superior creatures from space ever visit earth, the first question they will ask, in order to assess the level of our civilization, is: "Have they discovered evolution yet?"
- Everyone now knows how to find the meaning of life within himself.
- Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Four shots ripped into my groin and I was off on the greatest adventure of my life!
- Its freezing - an extraordinary 0 Fahrenfeit - and its snowing, and in the language that is no longer mine, the snow is qanik - big, almost weightless crystals falling in clumps and covering the ground with a layer of pulverized white frost.
- First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.
- In the last years of the seventeenth century there was to be found among the fops and fools of the London coffee-houses one rangy, gangling flitch called Ebenezer Cooke, more ambitious than talented, and yet more talented than prudent, who, like his friends-in-folly, all of whom were supposed to be educating at Oxford or Cambridge, had found the sound of Mother English more fun to game with than her sense to labor over, and so rather than applying himself to the pains of scholarship, had learned the knack of versifying, and ground out quires of couplets after the fashion of the day, afroth with Joves and Jupiters, aclang with jarring rhymes, and sting-taut with similes stretched to the snapping point.
- Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting.
- There was a man and he had eight sons. Apart from that, he was nothing more than a comma on the page of History. It's sad, but that's all you can say about some people.
- A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away
- Did you hear that? They've shut down the main reactor. We'll be destroyed for sure. This is madness!
- I heard the mailman approach my office door, half an hour earlier than usual. He didn't sound right. His footsteps fell more heavily, jauntily, and he whistled. A new guy. He whistled his way to my office door, then fell silent for a moment. Then he laughed.
- Once upon a time when the world was young there was a Martian named Smith. Valentine Michael Smith was as real as taxes but he was a race of one.
- Christmas crept into Pine Cove like a creeping Christmas thing: dragging garland, ribbon, and sleigh bells, oozing eggnog, reeking of pine, and threatening festive doom like a cold sore under the mistletoe.
- Robert Cohn was once middleweight boxing champion of Princeton. Do not think that I am very much impressed by that as a boxing title, but it meant a lot to Cohn.
- Probable-Possible, my black hen,She lays eggs in the Relative-when. She doesn't lay eggs in the Positive-now. Because she's unable to Postulate how.
- Less Bread! More Taxes!--and then all the people cheered again, and one man, who was more excited than the rest, flung his hat high into the air, and shouted (as well as I could make out) "Who roar for the Sub-Warden?" Everybody roared, but whether it was for the Sub-Warden, or not, did not clearly appear: some were shouting "Bread!" and some "Taxes!", but no one seemed to know what it was they really wanted.
- It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
- True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?
- On an evening in the latter part of May a middle-aged man was walking homeward from Shaston to the village of Marlott, in the adjoining Vale of Blakemore or Blackmoor.
- Nick Naylor had been called many things since becoming the chief spokesman for the Academy of Tobacco Studies, but until now no one had actually compared him to Satan.
- Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board.
- In my earliest memory, my grandfather is as bald as a stone and he takes me to see the tigers.
- I returned from the City about three o'clock on that May afternoon pretty well disgusted with life.
- Amory Blaine inherited from his mother every trait, except the stray inexpressible few, that made him worth while.
- One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it: -- it was the black kitten's fault entirely. For the white kitten had been having its face washed by the old cat for the last quarter of an hour (and bearing it pretty well, considering); so you see that it couldn't have had any hand in the mischief.
- The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us.
- When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.
- 'Take my camel, dear,' said my aunt Dot, as she climbed down from this animal on her return from High Mass.
- Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested.
- I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me; had they duly considered how much depended upon what they were then doing;—that not only the production of a rational Being was concerned in it, but that possibly the happy formation and temperature of his body, perhaps his genius and the very cast of his mind;—and, for aught they knew to the contrary, even the fortunes of his whole house might take their turn from the humours and dispositions which were then uppermost:—Had they duly weighed and considered all this, and proceeded accordingly,—I am verily persuaded I should have made a quite different figure in the world, from that, in which the reader is likely to see me.
- Behind every man now alive stand thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living.
- Not every 13-year-old girl is accused of murder, brought to trial, and found guilty.
- Granted: I AM an inmate of a mental hospital; my keeper is watching me, he never lets me out of his sight; there's a peep-hole in the door, and my keeper's eye is the shade of brown that can never see through a blue-eyed type like me.
- Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and razor lay crossed.
- Late in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sitting alone over their wine, in a well-furnished dining parlor, in the town of P----, in Kentucky.
- It's hot as hell in Martirio, but the papers on the porch are icy with the news.
- There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.
- The telephone was ringing wildly, but without result, since there was no-one in the room but the corpse.
- War in Heaven by Charles Williams
- Jasper Maskelyne was drinking a glass of razor blades when the war began.
- No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century, that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were being scrutinized and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinize the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.
- Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face.
- The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home.
- She waited, Kate Croy, for her father to come in, but he kept her unconscionably, and there were moments at which she showed herself, in the glass over the mantel, a face positively pale with the irritation that had brought her to the point of going away without sight of him.
- Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife.
- The sun sets in the west (just about everyone knows that), but Sunset Towers faced east.
- It was a dark and stormy night.
- 1801 – I have just returned from a visit to my landlord – the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.