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Call me Ishmael.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

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

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

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

Mother died today.

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.

It was a pleasure to burn.

All children, except one, grow up.

When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.

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

You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of 'The Adventures of Tom Sawyer,' but that ain't no matter.

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.

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

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.

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.

It was love at first sight.

Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.

It was a dark and stormy night.

The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon.

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.

I am an invisible man.

All this happened, more or less.

I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.

In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.

A screaming comes across the sky.