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    Jane Austen
    “Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.”
    Jane Austen, Emma

  • #2
    Joseph Conrad
    “The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.”
    Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

  • #3
    Alexandre Dumas
    “On the first Monday of the month of April, 1625, the market town of Meung, in which the author of Romance of the Rose was born, appeared to be in as perfect a state of revolution as if the Huguenots had just made a second La Rochelle of it.”
    Alexandre Dumas, The Three Musketeers

  • #4
    William Golding
    “The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon.”
    William Golding, Lord of the Flies

  • #5
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, or There and Back Again

  • #6
    Agatha Christie
    “It is difficult to know quite where to begin this story, but I have fixed my choice on a certain Wednesday at luncheon at the Vicarage.”
    Agatha Christie

  • #7
    Roald Dahl
    “It's a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful.”
    Roald Dahl, Matilda

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    H.G. Wells
    “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 his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.”
    H.G. Wells, The War of the Worlds

  • #9
    J.D. Salinger
    “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, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.”
    J. D. Salinger

  • #10
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.”
    F Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #11
    George Orwell
    “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”
    George Orwell, 1984

  • #12
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins, my sin, my soul, Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #13
    John Steinbeck
    “A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green.”
    John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men

  • #14
    Emily Brontë
    “I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

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    Jim  Butcher
    “The mailman walked towards my office door, half an hour earlier than usual. He didn’t sound right. His footsteps fell more heavily, jauntily, and he whistled. A new guy. He whistled his way to my office door and then fell silent for a moment. Then he laughed.”
    Jim Butcher, Storm Front

  • #17
    Anthony Horowitz
    “When the doorbell rings at three in the morning, it’s never good news. Alex Rider was woken by the first chime. His eyes flickered open, but for a moment he stayed completely still in his bed, lying on his back with his head resting on the pillow.”
    Anthony Horowitz, Stormbreaker

  • #18
    Christopher Paolini
    “Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world. A tall Shade lifted his head and sniffed the air. He looked human except for his crimson hair and maroon eyes. He blinked in surprise. The message had been correct; they were here. Or was it a trap?”
    Christopher Paolini, Eragon

  • #19
    Sun Tzu
    “The art of war is of vital importance to the State. It is a matter of life and death, a road either to safety or to ruin. Hence it is a subject of inquiry which can on no account be neglected.”
    Sun Tzu, The Art of War

  • #20
    “The Ilyushkin 72 ascended through the kingdom of clouds like a steel dragon, powerful and proud. It roared up and away from the snowy private airstrip, leaving in its wake the black ribbon dividing the alpine snowfields of a classified mountain installation.”
    Daniel James

  • #21
    Douglas Adams
    “Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.”
    Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

  • #22
    Rainbow Rowell
    “I walk the Wood. I walk the fields. I cover the school grounds between classes, poking through empty buildings, opening long-closed doors. Sometimes Watford seems as big on the inside as the walled grounds and outlands combined.”
    Rainbow Rowell, Carry On

  • #23
    “Why can’t I go to summer camp, too? It’s not fair Willow gets to go have fun and I don’t.”
    Chris Grine, Secrets of Camp Whatever Vol. 1

  • #24
    Kenneth Grahame
    “The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms.”
    Kenneth Grahame, The Wind In The Willows

  • #25
    Truman Capote
    “I am always drawn back to places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods. For instance, there is a brownstone in the East Seventies where, during the early years of the war, I had my first New York apartment.”
    Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's

  • #26
    Charles Dickens
    “Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it.”
    Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol & Other Holiday Tales

  • #27
    Charles Dickens
    “My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #28
    Louisa May Alcott
    “Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,' grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. 'It’s so dreadful to be poor!' sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.”
    Louisa May Alcott, Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

  • #29
    Charlotte Brontë
    “There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further out-door exercise was now out of the question.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #30
    Neil Gaiman
    “The tale started, as many tales have started, in Wall. Immediately to the east of Wall is a high grey rock wall, from which the town takes its name.”
    neil gaiman, Stardust

  • #31
    Terry Pratchett
    “In a distant and secondhand set of dimensions, in an astral plane that was never meant to fly, the curling star-mists waver and part… See… Great A’Tuin the turtle comes, swimming slowly through the interstellar gulf, hydrogen frost on his ponderous limbs, his huge and ancient shell pocked with meteor craters.”
    Terry Pratchett, The Color of Magic



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