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It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on earth has ever produced the expression 'As pretty as an airport.'
Douglas Adams "Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
Louisa May Alcott "Please, sir, is this Plumfield?" asked a ragged boy of the man who opened the great gate at which the omnibus left him.
Lousia May Alcott When I was three and Bailey was four, we had arrived in the musty little town, wearing tags on our wrists which instructed - "To Whom It May Concern" - that we were Marguerite and Bailey Johnson Jr., from Long Beach, California, en route to Stamps, Arkansas, c/o Mrs. Annie Henderson.
Maya Angelou His name was Gaal Dornick and he was just a country boy who had never seen Trantor before.
Isaac Asimov It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
Jane Austen Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.
Jane Austen All children, except one, grow up.
James Matthew Barrie Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife.
Frank Baum The great fish moved silently through the night water, propelled by short sweeps of its crescent tail.
Peter Benchley Like the brief doomed flare of exploding suns that registers dimly on blind men's eyes, the beginning of the horror passed almost unnoticed; in the shriek of what followed, in fact, was forgotten and perhaps not connected to the horror at all.
William Peter Blatty It was a pleasure to burn.
Ray Bradbury 1801 -- I have just returned from a visit to my landlord -- the solitary neighbor that I shall be troubled with.
Emily Brontė What's it going to be then, eh?
Anthony Burgess When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen.
Frances Hodgson Burnett Mother died today.
Albert Camus Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book," thought Alice "without pictures or conversation?"
Lewis Caroll At a village of La Mancha, whose name I do not wish to remember, there lived a little while ago one of those gentlemen who are wont to keep a lance in the rack, an old buckler, a lean horse and a swift greyhound.
Miguel de Cervantes The drought had lasted now for ten million years, and the reign of the terrible lizards had long since ended.
Arthur C. Clarke He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made you think of a charging bull.
Joseph Conrad It was a feature peculiar to the colonial wars of North America, that the toils and dangers of the wilderness were to be encountered before the adverse hosts could meet.
James Fenimore Cooper These two very old people are the father and mother of Mr. Bucket.
Roald Dahl I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull. He got a good estate by merchandise, and leaving off his trade lived afterward at York, from whence he had married my mother, whose relations were named Robinson, a good family in that country, and from whom I was called Robinson Kreutznear; but by the usual corruption of words in England we are now called, nay, we call ourselves, and write our name, Crusoe, and so my companions always called me.
Daniel Defoe A merry little surge of electricity piped by automatic alarm from the mood organ beside his bed awakened Rick Deckard.
Phillip Dick It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so.
Charles Dickens My father's family name being Pirrip, and my christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip.
Charles Dickens Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.
Charles Dickens Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that.
Charles Dickens Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle On the first Monday of the month of April, 1625, the town of Meung, in which the author of The Romance of the Rose was born, appeared to be in a perfect state of revolution as if the Hugenots had just made a second Rochelle of it.
Alexandre Dumas On the 24th of February, 1815, the lookout of Notre-Dame de la Garde signalled the three-master, the Pharaon, from Smyrna, Trieste, and Naples. As usual, a pilot put off immediately, and rounding the Chateau d'If, got on board the vessel between Cape Morgion and the Isle of Rion.
Alexandre Dumas In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
F. Scott Fitzgerald James Bond, wth two double bourbons inside him, sat back in the final departure lounge of Miami Airport and thought about life and death.
Ian Fleming Most motorcars are conglomerations (this is a long word for bundles) of steel and wire and rubber and plastic, and electricity and oil and gasoline and water, and the toffee papers you pushed down the crack in the back seat last Sunday.
Ian Fleming At seven o'clock, the morning of the 26th of December, the S.S. Poseidon, 81,000 tons, homeward bound for Lisbon after a month-long Christmas cruise to African and South American ports, suddenly found herself in the midst of an unaccountable swell, 400 miles south-west of the Azores, and began to roll like a pig.
Paul Gallico The old ram stands looking down over rockslides, stupidly triumphant.
John Gardner The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way towards the lagoon.
William Golding This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it.
William Goldman The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home.
Kenneth Grahame It is a curious thing that at my age, fifty-five last birthday, I should find myself taking up a pen to try and write a history.
H. R. Haggard Samuel Spade's jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth.
Dashiell Hammett Halfway down a bystreet of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, facing towards various points of the compass, and a huge, clustered chimney in the midst.
Nathaniel Hawthorne A throng of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats, intermixed with women, some wearing hoods, and others bareheaded, was assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of which was heavily timbered with oak, and studded with iron spikes.
Nathaniel Hawthorne It was love at first sight.
Joseph Heller He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf stream and he had gone 84 days now without taking a fish.
Ernest Hemingway In the week before their departure to Arrakis, when all the final scurrying about had reached a nearly unbearable frenzy, an old crone came to visit the mother of the boy, Paul.
Frank Herbert It was three hundred forty-eight years, six months, and nineteen days ago today that the citizens of Paris were awakened by the pealing of all the bells in the triple precincts of the City, the University, and the Town.
Victor Hugo Not so long ago, a monster came to the small town of Castle Rock, Maine.
Stephen King Nobody was really surprised when it happened, not really, not on the subconscious level where savage things grow.
Stephen King It was seven o'clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke up from his day's rest, scratched himself, yawned, and spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips.
Rudyard Kipling
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