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Behind every man now alive stand thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living.
September 7, 2009 at 10:53 am (Arthur C Clarke, Opening lines, science fiction)
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Behind every man now alive stand thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living.
September 7, 2009 at 10:48 am (Edgar Allan Poe, Opening lines, fiction)
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True! – nervous – very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?
September 7, 2009 at 10:48 am (Christopher Buckley, Opening lines, fiction)
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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.
September 7, 2009 at 10:45 am (Opening lines, Peter Hoeg, fiction)
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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.
September 7, 2009 at 10:43 am (John Fowles, Opening lines, fiction)
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When she was home from her boarding-school I used to see her almost every day sometimes, because their house was right opposite the Town Hall Annexe.
September 7, 2009 at 10:41 am (CS Lewis, Opening lines, science fiction)
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The last drops of the thundershower had hardly ceased falling when the Pedestrian stuffed his map into his pocket, settled his pack more comfortably on his tired shoulders, and stepped out from the shelter of a large chestnut tree into the middle of the road.
September 7, 2009 at 10:41 am (Opening lines, Sir Thomas Malory, fiction)
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It befell in the days of Uther Pendragon, when he was king of all England, and so reigned, that there was a mighty duke in Cornwall that held war against him long.
September 7, 2009 at 10:40 am (Michael Ondaatje, Opening lines, fiction)
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She stands in the garden where she has been working and looks into the distance.
September 7, 2009 at 10:39 am (Lothar-Gunther Buchheim, Opening lines, fiction)
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From the officers’ billet in the Hotel Majestic to the Bar Royal the coast road describes a single extended curve three miles long.