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Best opening lines
There are a ton of classics opening lines from books and short stories from the Dickensian "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." to Nabakov's "Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins." to Melville's "Call me Ishmael."
What's your favorite? I just read a Steve Niles short story called "All My Bloody Things" (from a brilliant horror anthology called Dark Delicasies) that's so fucking hard boiled, it's scrambled. It opens with: "By the time I came to, fuckhead El Beardo De Psycho was already trying to take a chunk out of my leg with a rusty scalpel. He had my pant leg ripped and my juicy thigh exposed. The scalpel was pressed right into my fleshed when he paused and saw my eyes were open. He was so fucking dead. Stupid cannibals." I laughed outloud in the coffee shop while reading this one yesterday. You got one?
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"Little, vicious minds abound with anger and revenge, and are incapable of feeling the pleasure of forgiving their enemies." Earl of Chesterfield "A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well." Francis Bacon |
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Even though I didnt actually bother to read the whole thing, I started to read John Wyndham's Day of the Triffids a few years back....something about the opening lines struck me and have stayed with me ever since:
"When a day that you happen to know is Wednesday starts off by sounding like a Sunday, there is something seriously wrong somewhere" Thats just such an odd statement...I love it.
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"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." - Friedrich Nietzsche |
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There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.
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When I stepped out into the bright sunlight, from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman, and a ride home.
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Great book
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"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." - Friedrich Nietzsche |
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No matter how old I get I can always pick it up and give it a read.S.E. Hinton wrote some great books. |
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there about 10 i can think off but i will only do with just 3
Captives by Shaun Hutson He knew he was going to die. Knew it He didn't think he might. Didn't wonder if he would. Brian Ellis knew he was going to die. The Barrel of the shotgun was less than a foot from his face. it poked through the shattered remsins if the safety glass partition, so close he could smell the oil and Cordite from the yawing. From that muzzle seconds earlier had come thunderous blast which ripped thougth the ripped through the safety glass, it had been at that point that Brian had filled his pants. He stood there noW, reeking. standing there with a dark stain spreading across the front and back of his trousers next one Purity by Shuan Hutson So, how easy do you think it would be to kill someone? Nobody True by James Herbert i wasn't there when i died. Really, i wasn't. And finding my body dead came as a shock . Hell, i was horrifiled, lost, couldn't understand what the f**k happened . |
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From House of Leaves:
"This book is not for you." Best opening line I ever read, actually made me stop and think for a second. Ultra-scary book too. |
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"In a certain corner of La Mancha, the name of which I do not choose to remember, there lately lived one of those country gentlemen, who adorn their halls with a rusty lance and worm-eaten target, and ride forth on the skeleton of a horse, to course with a sort of starved greyhound."
One of my favorites. Just as relevant now as it was back then. |
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Hard not to get behind:
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. (Orwell, 1984) or The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. (Giboson, Neuromancer) Sam |
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