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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 10:41 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 10:06 am (Douglas Adams, Opening lines, science fiction)
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The regular early morning yell of horror was the sound of Arthur Dent waking up and suddenly remembering where he was.
September 7, 2009 at 10:01 am (Isaac Asimov, Opening lines, science fiction)
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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.
September 7, 2009 at 9:59 am (Opening lines, Richard Matheson, science fiction)
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On those cloudy days, Robert Neville was never sure when sunset came, and sometimes they were in the streets before he could get back.
September 7, 2009 at 9:57 am (J R R Tolkien, Opening lines, science fiction)
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In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.
September 7, 2009 at 9:55 am (H P Lovecraft, Opening lines, science fiction)
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Of Herbert West, who was my friend in college and in after life, I can speak only with extreme terror.
September 7, 2009 at 9:40 am (Douglas Adams, Opening lines, science fiction)
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This time there would be no witnesses.
September 7, 2009 at 9:39 am (Bruce Sterling, Opening lines, science fiction, William Gibson)
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Composite image, optically encoded by escort-craft of the trans-Channel airship Lord Brunel: aerial view of suburban Cherbourg, 14 October 1905.
September 7, 2009 at 9:37 am (John Wyndham, Opening lines, science fiction)
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When a day that you happen to know is Wednesday starts off by sounding like Sunday, there is something seriously wrong somewhere.