curling flower space

Novel First Line Favorites
  • “For a long time, I went to bed early.”

- Swann’s Way, Marcel Proust

  • All this happened, more or less. 

- Slaughterhouse Five, Kurt Vonnegut

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

- The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka 

  • “It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York.”

- The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath

  • “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins.”

- Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov

  • “The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.”

- Murphy, Samuel Beckett

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

- Ulysses, James Joyce

  • “Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting.”

- The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner

  • “Mother died today.”

The Stranger, Albert Camus

  • “I am a sick man … I am a spiteful man.”

Notes from Underground, Fyodor Dostoevsky