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Mélanie Berliet

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6,037 quotes curated by Mélanie Berliet:

“While still a young man, John Courtney Boot had, as his publisher proclaimed, 'achieved an assured and enviable position in contemporary letters.”
— Evelyn Waugh, Scoop
Tagged: first lines of books
“My mother grabbed the iron poker from the fireplace and said, 'Get in the car.'”
— Domenica Ruta, With or Without You: A Memoir
Tagged: First Line of Books, Iron Pokers, Fireplace, Cars, Escape
“Because of the nature of my illness, and its effect on my brain, I remember only flashes of actual events, and brief but vivid hallucinations, from the months in which this story takes place.”
— Susannah Cahalan, Brain on Fire: My Month of Madness
Tagged: first lines of books
“According to the St. George Register, on a clear night last June, at some time between eleven and half-past, my mom — who isn't anything like this — tiptoed down to the basement of the house I grew up in with a Big Boy .44 Magnum in her hands.”
— David Ebershoff, The 19th Wife: A Novel
Tagged: first lines of books, Guns, St. George Register
“I was thirty-seven then, strapped in my seat as the huge 747 plunged through dense cloud cover on approach to the Hamburg airport.”
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
Tagged: first lines of books, Planes, Hamburg
“I wanted a family.”
— Swan Huntley, We Could Be Beautiful: A Novel
Tagged: first lines of books
“Summer fattened everybody up.”
— Ramona Ausubel, Sons and Daughters of Ease and Plenty
Tagged: Summer, first lines of books
“Okay, here’s one: If you could know the answer to any one single question, what would it be?”
— Alice Adams, Invincible Summer
Tagged: first lines of books
“Gérard spends his days thinking about the many reasons he hates America that include but are not limited to the people, the weather, having to drive everywhere and having to go to school every day.”
— Roxane Gay, Ayiti
Tagged: first lines of books, America
“Early in the year 19, when Srinagar was under the spell of a winter so fierce it could crack men’s bones as if they were glass, a young man upon whose cold-pinked skin there lay, like a frost, the unmistakable sheen of wealth was to be seen entering the most wretched and disreputable part of the city, where the houses of wood and corrugated iron seemed perpetually on the verge of losing their balance, and asking in low, grave tones where he might go to engage the services of a dependably professional burglar.”
— Salman Rushdie, The Prophet's Hair
Tagged: first lines of books