#firstsentences

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.

Amory Blaine inherited from his mother every trait, except the stray inexpressible few, that made him worth while.

The studio was filled with the rich odor of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amid the trees of the garden there came through the open door the the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him.