Novel First Sentences

I am thinking of an apple when the streetcar hits and my leg severs and my ribs crumble and my arm is no longer an arm but something unrecognizable, wet and red.

At the time, when the statue, caught suddenly in the beam of the headlights, practically leaped out at me from the dark bushes behind it, at the time I thought I knew what it meant.

I had just come to accept that my life would be ordinary when extraordinary things began to happen.

I rise into darkness, away from the garden they watered with the blood of my friends.

Once upon a time, a man came from the sky and killed my wife.

I would have lived in peace.

The figure in the fine gray suit materialized in the nursery and stood over the sleeping infant, inhaling the sweet, milky night air.

Once there was, and one day there will be.

The wind howls, the rain comes down in sheets, and Patty is still dead.

When Patricia was six years old, she found a wounded bird.

It is dark, dark seven A.M. on Christmas Eve Eve.

Joost has two problems: the moon and his mustache.

I am going to be flogged, and I don’t know why I’m so surprised about it.

On our wedding day I was forty-six, she was eighteen.

What kind of maniac travels in time?

War was declared at eleven-fifteen and Mary North signed up at noon.