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Stavia saw herself as in a picture, from the outside, a darkly cloaked figure moving along a cobbled street, the stones sheened with a soft, early spring rain.
Sheri S. TepperMots clés first-sentence
Toward the end of February 1954, James Beard was at work in his Greenwich Village kitchen doing what he most loved to do: cooking delicious meals.
Laura ShapiroMots clés food first-sentence
Women have always been spies.
Harriet RubinMots clés women first-sentence
If you can read, you can go anywhere.
Ruth BurkeMots clés advice
Jerrie Cobb reached down and pulled the heavy layers of arctic clothing over her navy blue linen dress.
Martha AckmannMots clés first-sentence
We slept in what had once been the gymnasium.
Margaret AtwoodMots clés first-sentence
Surely for as long as there have been nights as bad as this one---something to raise the possibility of another night that could actually, with love and cockcrows, light the path home, banish the Adversary, destroy the boundaries between our lands our bodies, our stories, all false, about who we are: for the one night, leaving only the clear way home and the memory of the infant you saw, almost too frail, there's too much shit in these streets, camels andother beasts stir heavily outside, each hoof a chance to wipe him out, make him only another Messiah, and sure somebody's around already taking bets on that one, while here in this town the Jewish collaborators are selling useful gossip to Imperial Intelligence, and the local hookers are keeping the foreskinned invaders happy, charging whatever the traffic will bear, just like the innkeepers who're naturally delighted with this registration thing, and up in the capital they're wondering should they, maybe, give everybody a number; yeah, something to help SPQR record-keeping...and Herod, or Hitler, fellas...what kind of a world is it...for a baby to come in tippin' those toledos at 7 pounds 8 ounces thinkin' he's gonna redeem it, why, he ought have his head examined...
"But on the way home tonight, you wish you'd picked him up, held him a bit. Just held him, very close to your heart, his cheek by the hollow of your shoulder, full of sleep. As it it were you who could, somehow, save him. For the moment not caring who you're supposed to be registered as. For the moment, anyway, no longer who the Caesars say you are.
I held her feet in my hands.
Geoff NicholsonMots clés first-sentence
At first, the new owner pretends he never looked at the living room floor.
Chuck PalahniukMots clés first-sentence
If you're going to read this, don't bother.
Chuck PalahniukMots clés opening-lines first-sentences
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