#opening

You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don't. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#opening-lines #christ

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

— George Orwell

#dystopia #first-sentence #opening-lines #day

It's as if when I open myself up to every perception, things create their own focus. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#opening-up #perception #perception

Art Matthews shot himself, loudly and messily, in front of the parade grounds at Dunstable Races. ↗

— Dick Francis

#art

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality. ↗

— Shirley Jackson

#escapism #first-sentence #opening-lines #reality #sanity

It was a pleasure to burn. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#opening-lines #pleasure

Who is John Galt? ↗

— Ayn Rand

#galt #objectivism #opening-lines #philosophy #taggart

To say that I met Nicholas Brisbane over my husband's dead body is not entirely accurate. Edward, it should be noted, was still twitching upon the floor. ↗

— Deanna Raybourn

#husband

Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested. ↗

— Franz Kafka

#trials

If you're going to read this, don't bother. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#opening-lines #first-sentence