tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69319737107733406242024-03-13T13:15:10.259-07:00First Line, Last LineThe Bookends to Your Favorite Book (Spoiler Alert)First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-28201292486295748372014-10-12T16:09:00.004-07:002014-10-12T16:09:24.486-07:00We've Moved!Please join us for more first lines and last lines at:<br />
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<a href="http://www.thefirstlinelastline.com/">www.thefirstlinelastline.com</a>First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-31471590920573461732014-10-10T08:30:00.001-07:002014-10-10T08:39:54.289-07:001984 by George Orwell<strong><u>First Line:</u></strong> It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.<br />
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<strong><u>Last Line:</u></strong> He loved Big Brother.First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-62889209159315954872014-10-10T08:30:00.000-07:002014-10-10T08:39:01.628-07:00The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood<strong><u>First Line:</u></strong> We slept in what had once been the gymnasium.<br />
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<strong><u>Last Line:</u></strong> And so I step up, into the darkness within, or else the light.First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-75528627743925399112014-10-09T18:04:00.001-07:002014-10-09T18:16:10.728-07:00The Godfather by Mario Puzo<strong><u>First Line:</u></strong> Amerigo Bonasera sat in New York Criminal Court Number 3 and waited for justice; vengeance on the men who had so cruelly hurt his daughter, who had tried to dishonor her.<br />
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<strong><u>Last Line:</u></strong> Then with a profound and deeply willed desire to believe, to be heard, as she had done every day since the murder of Carlo Rizzi, she said the necessary prayers for the soul of Michael Corleone. First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-76641795158619684902014-10-09T17:42:00.001-07:002014-10-10T06:25:49.432-07:00A Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin<strong><u>First Line:</u></strong> "We should start back," Gared urged as the woods began to grow dark around them.<br />
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<strong><u>Last Line:</u></strong> The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-7603876732226649282014-10-09T17:38:00.003-07:002014-10-10T06:25:49.427-07:00Orange is the New Black by Piper Kerman<strong><u>First Line:</u></strong> International baggage claim in the Brussels airport was large and airy, with multiple carousels circling endlessly.<br />
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<strong><u>Last Line:</u></strong> No one could stop me.First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-56626184984733046032014-10-09T17:31:00.002-07:002014-10-10T06:25:49.423-07:00Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut<strong><u>First Line:</u></strong> The expression "Breakfast of Champions" is a registered trademark of General Mills, Inc., for use on a breakfast cereal product.<br />
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<strong><u>Last Line:</u></strong> Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father's voice: "Make me young, make me young, make me young!"First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-92025855128300962572014-10-09T17:03:00.002-07:002014-10-09T17:03:52.992-07:00Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn<strong><u>First Line:</u></strong> When I think of my wife, I always think of her head.<br />
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<strong><u>Last Line:</u></strong> I think I've earned that.First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-35303325319056437772014-10-09T15:39:00.000-07:002014-10-09T16:51:40.471-07:00Gideon's Trumpet by Anthony Lewis<u><b>First Line:</b></u> In the morning mail of January 8, 1962, the Supreme Court of the United States received a large envelope from Clarence Earl Gideon, prisoner No. 003826, Florida State Prison, P.O. Box 221, Raiford, Florida.<br />
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<u><b>Last Line:</b></u> "Well I did."First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-24075395964266482862014-10-09T15:36:00.000-07:002014-10-09T16:52:16.266-07:00Worldwar: In the Balance by Harry Turtledove<u><b>First Line:</b></u> Fleetlord Atvar strode briskly into the command station of the invasion fleet bannership <i>127th Emperor Hetto</i>.<br />
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<u><b>Last Line:</b></u> Like the war, his journey had a long way to go.First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-45312755388153529222011-06-14T17:56:00.001-07:002011-06-14T17:56:55.826-07:00Genome: The Autobiography of a Species in 23 Chapters, by Matt Ridley<u><b>First Line:</b></u> In the beginning was the word.<br />
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<u><b>Last Line:</b></u> A self.First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-81514214555760191182011-06-14T17:52:00.000-07:002011-06-14T17:52:36.033-07:00Den of Thieves, by James B. Stewart<b><u>First Line</u>:</b> Martin A. Siegel hurried through Washington, D.C.'s, National Airport and slipped into a phone booth near the Eastern shuttle gates.<br />
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<b><u>Last Line</u>:</b> Lipton embraces him, and then says, "I forgive you."<u><b> </b></u>First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-28005393815980937222011-06-14T17:49:00.000-07:002011-06-14T17:52:51.570-07:00Adventures in the Screen Trade, by William Goldman<b><u>First Line</u>:</b> It may well be pointless to try and isolate the great powers of the movie industry.<br />
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<b><u>Last Line</u>:</b> We're the ones who first get to make the movie...First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-78561594342067987652011-06-02T18:21:00.000-07:002011-06-02T18:21:22.539-07:00The Smartest Guys in the Room, by Bethany McLean and Peter Elkind<u><b>First Line:</b></u> On a cool Texas night in late January, Cliff Baxter slipped out of bed.<br />
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<u><b>Last Line:</b></u> What he believes about Enron and what happened to it has never changed: "They killed a great company."First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-59280714569203519602011-06-02T18:19:00.000-07:002011-06-02T18:19:13.394-07:00The Best Defense, by Alan M. Dershowitz<u><b>First Line:</b></u> A conspiracy of silence shrouds the American justice system.<br />
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<u><b>Last Line:</b></u> I know of none more honorable than a defense attorney.First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-32419800353323392022011-06-02T18:17:00.000-07:002011-06-02T18:22:21.810-07:00A Brief History of Time, by Stephen Hawking<u><b>First Line:</b></u> We go about our daily lives understanding almost nothing about the world.<br />
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<u><b>Last Line:</b></u> If we find the answer to that, it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason -- for then we would know the mind of God.First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-4739261391966935552011-06-01T19:47:00.000-07:002014-10-09T18:13:53.632-07:00Bright Lights, Big City, by Jay McInerney<u><b>First Line:</b></u> You are not the kind of guy who would be at a place like this at this time of the morning.<br />
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<u><b>Last Line:</b></u> You will have to learn everything all over again.First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-70172198056568470702011-06-01T19:29:00.000-07:002014-10-09T18:13:53.641-07:00It, by Stephen King<u><b>First Line:</b></u> The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years -- if it ever did end -- began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.<br />
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<u><b>Last Line:</b></u><b><i> </i></b><i>Or so Bill Denbrough sometimes thinks on those early mornings after dreaming, when he almost remembers his childhood, and the friends with whom he shared it.</i>First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-28876240308022094932011-06-01T19:25:00.000-07:002014-10-09T18:13:53.613-07:00American Psycho, by Bret Easton Ellis<u><b>First Line:</b></u> Abandon all hope ye who enter here is scrawled in blood red lettering on the side of the Chemical Bank near the corner of Eleventh and First and is in print large enough to be seen from the backseat of the cab as it lurches forward in the traffic leaving Wall Street and just as Timothy Price notices the words a bus pulls up, the advertisement for Les Miserables on its side blocking his view, but Price who is with Pierce & Pierce and twenty-six doesn't seem to care because he tells the driver he will give him five dollars to turn up the radio, "Be My Baby" on WYNN, and the driver, black, not American, does so.<br />
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<u><b>Last Line:</b></u> Someone has already taken out a Minolta cellular phone and called for a car, and then, when I'm not really listening, watching instead someone who looks remarkably like Marcus Halberstam paying a check, someone asks, simply, not in relation to anything, "<i>Why?</i>" and though I'm very proud that I have cold blood and that I can keep my nerve and do what I'm supposed to do, I catch something, then realize it: <i>Why?</i> and automatically answering, out of the blue, for no reason, just opening my mouth, words coming out, summarizing for the idiots: "Welll, though I know I should have done <i>that</i> instead of not doing it, I'm twenty-seven for Christ sakes and this is, uh, how life presents itself in a bar or in a club in New York, maybe <i>anywhere</i>, at the end of the century and how people, you know, me, behave, and this is what being <i>Pat</i>rick means to me, I guess, so well, yup, uh..." and this is followed by a sigh, then a slight shrug and another sigh, and above one of the doors covered by red velvet drapes in Harry's is a sign and on the sign in letters that match the drapes' color are the words THIS IS NOT AN EXIT.First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-44828508804665348212011-06-01T19:16:00.000-07:002014-10-09T18:13:53.627-07:00Gone With the Wind, by Margaret Mitchell<u><b>First Line:</b></u> Scarlett O'Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were.<br />
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<u><b>Last Line:</b></u> "After all, tomorrow is another day."First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-53854902971235971392011-06-01T19:14:00.000-07:002011-06-01T19:14:56.042-07:00Memoirs of a Geisha, by Arthur Golden<u><b>First Line:</b></u> Suppose that you and I were sitting in a quiet room overlooking a garden, chatting and sipping at our cups of green tea while we talked about something that had happened a long while ago, and I said to you, "That afternoon when I met so-and-so...was the very best afternoon of my life, and also the very worst afternoon."<br />
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<u><b>Last Line:</b></u> Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.<u><b> </b></u>First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-15778645312717611582011-06-01T19:11:00.000-07:002014-10-09T18:13:53.605-07:00A Confederacy of Dunces, by John Kennedy Toole<u><b>First Line:</b></u> A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head.<br />
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<u><b>Last Line:</b></u> Taking the pigtail in one of his paws, he pressed it warmly to his wet moustache.First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-29003711735661694682011-06-01T14:06:00.000-07:002014-10-09T18:13:53.617-07:00Black Beauty, by Anna Sewell<strong><u>First Line:</u></strong> The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it. <br />
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<strong><u>Last Line:</u></strong> My troubles are all over, and I am at home; and often before I am quite awake, I fancy I am still in the orchard at Birtwick, standing with my old friends under the apple-trees.<!-- google_ad_section_end -->First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-56937996763571950652011-06-01T14:02:00.000-07:002014-10-09T18:13:53.637-07:00Moby-Dick, by Herman Melville<b><u>First Line:</u></b> Call me Ishmael.<br />
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<b><u>Last Line:</u></b> It was the devious-cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search after her missing children, only found another orphan.First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931973710773340624.post-80119450277534789642011-05-31T16:03:00.000-07:002014-10-09T18:13:53.650-07:00The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, by L. Frank Baum<b><u>First Line:</u></b> Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife. <br />
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<b><u>Last Line:</u></b> "From the Land of Oz," said Dorothy gravely. "And here is Toto, too. And oh, Aunt Em! I'm so glad to be at home again!"First Line Last Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572337469173908220noreply@blogger.com1