Best First Lines

aethercowboy: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

aethercowboy: There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it

hipdeep: In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.

aethercowboy: I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.

aethercowboy: It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

aethercowboy: 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.

aethercowboy: It was a pleasure to burn.

hipdeep: This is my favorite book in all the world, though I've never read it.

hipdeep: Marley was dead, to begin with.

aethercowboy: You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter.

aethercowboy: All this happened, more or less.

hipdeep: Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

aethercowboy: Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board.

aethercowboy: 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.

ManWithAnAgenda: 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.

aethercowboy: 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.

aethercowboy: It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.

aethercowboy: 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.

aethercowboy: In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.

aethercowboy: 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.

aethercowboy: 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.

aethercowboy: 124 was spiteful.

Aquila: All children, except one, grow up.

aethercowboy: Mother died today.

aethercowboy: They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did.

aethercowboy: I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.

aethercowboy: In the town, there were two mutes and they were always together.

ManWithAnAgenda: My wound is geography.

aethercowboy: You better not never tell nobody but God.

aethercowboy: Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.

aethercowboy: I have never begun a novel with more misgiving.

aethercowboy: 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.

aethercowboy: Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.

aethercowboy: "To be born again," sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, "first you have to die."

Aquila: "Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents."

aethercowboy: 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.

hipdeep: Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, [...]

hipdeep: 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.

aethercowboy: You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino's new novel, If on a winter's night a traveler.

hipdeep: Taran wanted to make a sword, but Coll, charged with the practical side of his education, decided on horseshoes.

hipdeep: I don't know what I should talk about - about death or about love? Or are they the same?

aethercowboy: Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.

aethercowboy: 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.

aethercowboy: Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting.

hipdeep: We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.

hipdeep: When Gregor Samsa woke up one morning from unsettling dreams, he found himself changed in his bed into a monstrous vermin.

aethercowboy: 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.

aethercowboy: 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.

aethercowboy: 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.

aethercowboy: Vaughan died yesterday in his last car-crash.

aethercowboy: 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.

aethercowboy: Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space

aethercowboy: The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting.