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Stephen Colbert wrote:Now, like all great theologies, Bill [O'Reilly]'s can be boiled down to one sentence - 'There must be a god, because I don't know how things work.'


One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a monstrous verminous bug. He lay on his armour-hard back and saw, as he lifted his head up a little, his brown, arched abdomen divided up into rigid bow-like sections. From this height the blanket, just about ready to slide off completely, could hardly stay in place. His numerous legs, pitifully thin in comparison to the rest of his circumference, flickered helplessly before his eyes.
The Metamorphosis- Franz Kafka
As I got off the plane, he was waiting for me, holding up a scrap of cardboard with my name scribbled on it.



Starting Illywhacker, Peter Carey wrote:My name is Herbert Badgery. I am a hundred and thirty-nine years old and something of a celebrity. They come and look at me and wonder how I do it. There are weeks when I wonder the same, whole stretches of terrible time. It is hard to believe you can feel so bad and still not die.
I am a terrible liar and I have always been a liar. I say that early to set things straight. Caveat emptor. My age is the one fact you can rely on, and not because I say so, but because it has been publicly authenticated. Independent experts have poked me and prodded me and scraped around my foul-smelling mouth. They have measured my ankles and looked at my legs. It is a relief not to worry about my legs any more. When they photographed me I did not care that my dick looked as scabby and scaly as a horse's, even though there was a time when I was a vain man and would not have permitted the type of photographs they chose to take. Apart from this (and it is all there, neatly printed on a chart not three feet from where I lie) I have also been written up in the papers. Don't imagine this is a novelty to me - being written up has been one of my weaknesses and I don't mention it now so that I may impress you, but rather to make the point that I am not lying about my age.

hackenslash wrote:As I got off the plane, he was waiting for me, holding up a scrap of cardboard with my name scribbled on it.




Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.

Samuel Beckett wrote:
"The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new."
- Murphy
"From where she lies she sees Venus rise."
-Ill Seen Ill Said
Russell Hoban wrote:
In the morning I came awake as I always do, like a man trapped in a car going over a cliff."
-The Medusa Frequency
James Joyce wrote:
Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo."
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth, Castle and Environs.
-Finnegans Wake (Whether or not that's the first line is debatable, since the book is circular; it has no beginning and no end. The start of that sentence is to be found on the last page. Still, that's the first thing one sees on page one.)


The man in black fled across the desert, and the Gunslinger followed.

Lizard_King wrote:The man in black fled across the desert, and the Gunslinger followed.
Stephen King, The Gunslinger, first book of the Dark Tower series.
I have always been intrigued by the sheer simplicity of this beginning. The man starts a series of books that eventually becomes excruciatingly long (each book comes close to a 1000 pages, iirc) and detailed, that leaves you exhausted (and somewhat disappointed) upon finishing the last one, and he still manages to get you hooked right with the first sentence. It tells you just what you need to know at that point, opens up a whole bunch of questions, and captures the stoic and determined nature of the main character in a perfect way. I wish I could come up with a beginning like that...

Shrunk wrote:
Although, to me it brings the puzzling image of someone with a gun pursuing Johnny Cash.


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