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33. Once an angry man dragged his father along the ground through his own orchard. “Stop!” cried the groaning old man at last, “Stop! I did not drag…
32. Where now? Who now? When now? —Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable (1953; trans. Patrick Bowles) Part of my 100 Best First Lines from Novels project. First lines are…
31. I am a sick man . . . I am a spiteful man. —Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground (1864; trans. Michael R. Katz) Part of my 100…
30. The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. —William Gibson, Neuromancer (1984) Part of my 100 Best First Lines from…
29. Every summer Lin Kong returned to Goose Village to divorce his wife, Shuyu. —Ha Jin, Waiting (1999) Part of my 100 Best First Lines from Novels project….
28. Mother died today. —Albert Camus, The Stranger (1942; trans. Stuart Gilbert) Part of my 100 Best First Lines from Novels project. First lines are powerful. It’s the…
27. Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lived not long ago, one of those who has a…
26. 124 was spiteful. —Toni Morrison, Beloved (1987) Part of my 100 Best First Lines from Novels project. First lines are powerful. It’s the author’s best chance to…
24. 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…
25. Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting. —William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (1929) Part of my 100 Best First…
23. One summer afternoon Mrs. Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party whose hostess had put perhaps too much kirsch in the fondue to find that she,…
22. It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which…