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Book |
Author |
| It was the best of times, it was the worst of times... | | |
| All children, except one, grow up. | | |
| It was a pleasure to burn. | | |
| Call me Ishmael. | | |
| It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. | | |
| You better not never tell nobody but God. | | |
| Not so long ago, a monster came to the small town of Castle Rock, Maine. | | |
| He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf stream and he had gone 84 days now without taking a fish. | | |
| Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting. | | |
| 124 was spiteful. | | |
| In the week before their departure to Arrakis, when all the final scurrying about had reached a nearly unbearable frenzy, an old crone came | | |
| 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. | | |
| Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. | | |
| 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.. | | |
| In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. | | |
