First Lines from Classic Sci-Fi Literature

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In the nighttime heart oif Beirut, in one of a row of general address transfer booths, Louis Wu flicked into reality.
We slept in what had once been the gymnasium.
Mars was empty before we came.
All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true.
Brother Gerard of Utah might never have discovered the blessed documents, had it not been for the pilgrim with girded loins....
I've watched through his eyes, I've listened through his ears, and I tell you he's the one.
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.
A merry little surge of electricity piped by automatic alarm from the mood organ beside his bed awakened Rick Deckard.
On those cloudy days, Robert Neville was never sure when sunset came, and sometimes they were in the streets before he could get back.
Dr. Strauss says I should rite down what I think and remembir and evrey thing that happins to me from now on.
It was a dark and stormy night.
When a day that you happen to know is Wednesday starts off by sounding like Sunday, there is something seriously wrong somewhere.
A squat grey building of only thirty-four storeys.
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In the week before their departure for Arrakis, when all the final scurrying about had reached an almost unbearable frenzy, an old crone came to visit the mother of the boy, Paul.
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small, unregarded yellow sun.
Once upon a time when the world was young there was a martian named Smith.
Behind every man now alive stand thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living.
The year 1866 was marked by a bizarre development, an unexplained and downright inexplicable phenomenon that surely no one has forgotten.
When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
Tonight we're going to show you eight silent ways to kill a man.
His name was Gaal Dornick and he was just a country boy who had never seen Trantor before.
The time traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us.
No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man's and yet as mortal as
It was a pleasure to burn.

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