Great Opening Sentences In Fiction (2 Viewers)

[mr pharmacist!!!!1]

Ok I'm in

You're a good kisser.

be serious, please.

 

[Yurn!]

Hey Mitchum, MCD?

 

[Stereobaby]

Hey Mitchum, MCD?

Any bicycle joy??

Actually I think Bicycle Joy is going to be the name of my autobiography.

 

[Bellatrix]

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a thwarted ego must be in want of some adulation on the internerd."

No, wait, that's not it.

 

[Goff]

You see, I had this spacesuit.

 

[theoootini]

there is a seriously funky odour off this thread...

 

[snakybus]

All this happened, more or less.

Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five

 

[Nate Champion]

He - for there could be no doubt about his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it - was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters.

or

When the fair gold morning of April stirred Mary Hawley awake, she turned over to her husband and saw him, little fingers pulling a frog mouth at her.

 

[MDR]

All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

 

[magicbastarder]

not fiction; following is the opening line from y, the descent of men by steve jones.

"Ejaculate, if you are so minded and equipped, into a glass of chilled Perrier"

 

[pavlos]

"Viva Vargas!"

 

[St. Fechin]

"Young Denis O'Shaughnessy was old Denis's son; and old Denis, like many great men before him, was the son of his father and mother in particular, and a long line of respectable ancestors in general."

 

[oh shit]

Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday, I don't know.

 

[oh shit]

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.

 

[oh shit]

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

 

[oh shit]

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.

 

[nEiLo]

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.

What a fantastic book. I prefer Love in the Time of Cholera, buh.

 

[oh shit]

everyone says that! must get around to it.

 

[nEiLo]

Not everybody knows how I killed old Phillip Mathers, smashing his jaw in with my spade; but first it is better to speak of my friendship with John Divney because it was he who first knocked old Mathers down by giving him a great blow in the neck with a special bicycle-pump which he manufactured himself out of a hollow iron bar.

best book...ever

 

[Mitchum]

everyone says that! must get around to it.

Hmm. I dunno. I reckon if OHYOS is your entry-point re: Marquez' fiction pretty much everything else pales in comparison. I quite liked No-One Writes To The Colonel though...hmmm I've not read any Marquez since my early-twenties mind you but I'm not sure I want to read any more Magical Realism either. There's only so many novellas about levitating hunchbacks impregnating blind virgins in the shade of the guava tree a fella can take.