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- Wool, Hugh Howey
The children were playing while Holston climbed to his death; he could hear them squealing as only happy children do.
- Red Shirts, John Scalzi
From the top of the large boulder he sat on, Ensign Tom Davis looked across the expanse of the cave toward Captain Lucius Abernathy, Science Officer Q'eeng and Chief Engineer Paul West perched on a second, larger boulder, and thought, Well, this sucks.
"The Black Cat," Edgar Allen Poe.
For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad I am not -- and very surely do I not dream. But tomorrow I die, and today I would unburthen my soul.
- "A Rose for Emily," William Faulkner
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.
originally posted by: ketsuko
It's hard to craft a good opener. You need something that makes the reader want to go on and see what you were hinting at.
originally posted by: ketsuko
a reply to: zosimov
Yes, I've been paging through lots of my favorites.
Watership Down? -- "The primroses were over." and I love that book, so clearly it was not the first sentence that made me read that book.
Spenser, "Faerie Queene"
A gentle knight was pricking on the plain
Yclad in shining armes and silver shielde
Chaucer, "Canterbury Tales"
Whan that Aprille with his shoures soot
The droghte of March hath perced to the root
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engendred is the flour...
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes
originally posted by: Jennyfrenzy
"I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.”
Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
“The caged bird sings with a fearful trill,
of things unknown, but longed for still,
and his tune is heard on the distant hill,
for the caged bird sings of freedom.”
Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars"
Jack Kerouac, On The Road
“Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.”
Charles Bukowski, Women
"From Ib to Asshai, when men see my sails, they pray."
George RR Martin, A Feast for Crows (A Song of Ice and Fire)
originally posted by: zosimov
The Library of Babel-- Jorge Louis Borges: