First Sentence Quotes

Feathers fell from the sky. Like black snow, they drifted onto an old city called Bath.

Stefan Bachmann

Our story opens where countless stories have ended in the last twenty-seven years: with an idiot—in this case, Rebecca Atherton, head of the After the End Times Irwins, winner of the Golden Steve-o Award for valor in the face of the undead—deciding it would be a good idea to go out and poke a zombie with a stick to see what happens.

My story ended where so many stories have ended since the Rising: with a man—in this case, my adoptive brother and best friend, Shaun—holding a gun to the base of my skull as the virus in my blood betrayed me, transforming me from a thinking human being into something better suited to a horror movie.

Jett Gallatin expected trouble in Alsop, Texas—but not zombies.

Mercedes Lackey

Goldenrod Moram had a first name that sounded like it belonged in the middle of a fairy tale, where she would be the dazzling princess in need of rescuing.

I should probably start with the blood.

Robin Wasserman

He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.

Rafael Sabatini

If the devil ever raised a garden, the Everglades was it.

James Carlos Blake

The greatest tragedy that can befall a man is never to know who he really is.

James Carlos Blake

This is how it feels to die: It starts from outside and works its way in.

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

Fifteen years ago I killed my sister.

Adam Rapp

I am girl of definitions, of logic, of black and white.Remember this.

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

Feast or famine. My plate is suddenly full.

David Wong Louie

Toward the end of February 1954, James Beard was at work in his Greenwich Village kitchen doing what he most loved to do: cooking delicious meals.

This story about good food begins in a quick-stop convenience market.

Barbara Kingsolver

On a sticky August evening two weeks before her due date, Ashima Ganguli stands in the kitchen of a Central Square apartment, combining Rice Krispies and Planters peanuts and chopped red onion in bowl.

Simon Glass was easy to hate. I never knew exactly why, there was just too much to pick from. I guess, really, we each hated him for a different reason, but we didn't realize it until the day we killed him.

I don't like killing, but I'm good at it. Murder isn't so bad from a distance, just shapes popping up in my scope. Close-up work though - a garrotte around a target's neck or a knife in their heart - it's not for me. Too much empathy, that's my problem. Usually. But not today. Today is different . . .

All I was trying to do when they caught me was bury my mother in an unmarked grave.

If you want vampires and werewolves, faeries, fallen angels or zombies, you won't find them here. I know a real-life monster.

Stephanie Lawton

There once was a woman named Story Easton who couldn't decide if she should kill herself, or eat a double cheeseburger.

Elizabeth Leiknes

Dear Anyone Who Finds This, Do not blame the drugs.

On the morning the last Lisbon daughter took her turn at suicide—it was Mary this time, and sleeping pills, like Therese—the two paramedics arrived at the house knowing exactly where the knife drawer was, and the gas oven, and the beam in the basement from which it was possible to tie a rope.

Jeffrey Eugenides

Does such a thing as "the fatal flaw," that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature?

On top of everything else, Boobie's got the clap.

Adam Rapp

I was about thirteen when I started letting boys feel me up.

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.

Shirley Jackson

When your mama was the geek, my dreamlets," Papa would say, "she made the nipping off of noggins such a crystal mystery that the hens themselves yearned toward her, waltzing around her, hypnotized with longing.

One minute the teacher was talking about the Civil War. And the next minute he was gone. There. Gone. No 'poof.' No flash of light. No explosion.

In Santiago, the capital of the kingdom of Chile, at the moment of the great earthquake of 1647 in which many thousands lost their lives, a young Spaniard called Jeronimo Rugera was standing beside one of the pillars in the prison to which he had been committed on a criminal charge, and he was about to hang himself.

Heinrich von Kleist

Women have always been spies.

They say that just before you die your whole life flashes before your eyes, but that's not how it happened for me.

The truly revolutionary promise of our nation's founding document is the freedom to pursue happiness-with-a-capital-H.

Is there any knowledge in the world which is so certain that no reasonable man could doubt it?

Bertrand Russell

Christmas crept into Pine Cove like a creeping Christmas thing: dragging garland, ribbon, and sleigh bells, oozing eggnog, reeking of pine, and threatening festive doom like a cold sore under the mistletoe.

Christopher Moore

If every life is a river, then it's little wonder that we do not even notice the changes that occur until we are far out in the darkest sea. One day you look around and nothing is familiar, not even your own face. My name once meant daughter, grandaughter, friend, sister, beloved. Now those words mean only what their letters spell out; Star in the night sky. Truth in the darkness.I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I'd be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.