Monday, February 6, 2017

A few of my favorite first lines.



They threw me off the hay truck about noon.

                                         The Postman Always Rings Twice
                                                                       James M. Cain

I first heard Personville called Poisonville by a red-haired mucker named Hickey Dewey in the Big Ship in Butte.
             
                                          Red Harvest
                                                 Dashiell Hammett

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

                                          1984
                                                       George Orwell


The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out in the hills, resting.

                                                The Red Badge of Courage
                                                                Stephen Crane

Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to talk French.

                                                 The Luck of the Bodkins
                                                                   P. G. Wodehouse

The train tore along with an angry, irregular rhythm.

                                                       Strangers on a Train
                                                                          Patricia Highsmith

When the knock came at the door, Parker was just turning to the obituary page.

                                                  The Jugger
                                                               Richard Stark





1 comment:

  1. "When a fresh-faced guy in a Chevy offered him a lift, Parker told him to go to hell. The guy said, “Screw you, buddy,” yanked his Chevy back into the stream of traffic, and roared on down to the tollbooths. Parker spat in the right-hand lane, lit his last cigarette, and walked across the George Washington Bridge." - The Hunter by Richard Stark

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