"The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed."
— Stephen King (The Gunslinger (The Dark Tower, Book 1))

"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen."
— George Orwell (1984)

"Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me:
There lie they, and here lie we
Under the spreading chestnut tree."
— George Orwell

"I don't know who cried harder, Free or me. I mean, I had tears coming all out my eyes and running down my face. Free's tears was in his heart, but I could still see them shits."
— Noire

"You must be life for me to the very end," so he writes. "That is the only way in which to sustain my idea of you. Because you have gotten, as you see, tied up with something so vital to me, I do not think I shall ever shake you off. Nor do I wish to. I want you to live more vitally every day, as I am dead. That is why, when I speak of you to others, I am just a bit ashamed. It's hard to talk of one's self so intimately"
— Henry Miller (Tropic of Cancer)