book quotes that give the title away

branie2 · 13-06-2019 7:48pm #1

Please, sir. I want some more

is_that_so · 13-06-2019 7:49pm

It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.

Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember

Hammer89 · 13-06-2019 7:50pm

This is commonly referred to as the Wheelbarrow.

Squall Leonhart · 13-06-2019 7:50pm

One ring to rule them all

amcalester · 13-06-2019 7:50pm

Call me Ishmael.

is_that_so · 13-06-2019 7:54pm

STATELY, PLUMP BUCK MULLIGAN CAME FROM THE STAIRHEAD, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.

Your Face · 13-06-2019 7:55pm

It was a dark and stormy night.

ytpe2r5bxkn0c1 · 13-06-2019 7:57pm

"Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird."

Cee-Jay-Cee · 13-06-2019 7:57pm

Once upon a time...

is_that_so · 13-06-2019 7:57pm

Hindus, in their capacity for love, are indeed hairless Christians

frag420 · 13-06-2019 7:57pm

Amen

13-06-2019 7:57pm

In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth

BrenMar · 13-06-2019 8:07pm

Nelly, I am Heathcliff.

Ipso · 13-06-2019 8:13pm

Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

Rubberlegs · 13-06-2019 8:17pm

We all float down here.

is_that_so · 13-06-2019 8:19pm

"I do not believe in the three-speed gear at all", the Sergeant was saying, "it is a new-fangled instrument"

Ipso · 13-06-2019 8:20pm

Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."

TheValeyard · 13-06-2019 8:21pm

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

banie01 · 13-06-2019 8:23pm

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

13-06-2019 8:35pm

Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.

Deja Boo · 13-06-2019 8:49pm

I do not like them in a house.
I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere.

Rubberlegs · 13-06-2019 8:53pm

Everybody was feeling happy now. The sun was shining brightly out of a soft blue sky and the day was calm. The giant peach, with the sunlight glinting on it's side, was like a massive golden ball sailing upon a silver sea.

13-06-2019 8:54pm

I couldn't help it, boss

Purple Mountain · 13-06-2019 8:55pm

'Tis

metaoblivia · 13-06-2019 8:55pm

"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

"They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God."

"Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them."

13-06-2019 8:57pm

You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get all loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.

Deja Boo · 13-06-2019 8:59pm

There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class.

13-06-2019 9:00pm

Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild.

is_that_so · 13-06-2019 9:03pm

A robot may not injure a human being, or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.

13-06-2019 9:03pm

It doesn't make a damned bit of difference who wins the war to someone who's dead

Deja Boo · 13-06-2019 9:03pm

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.

is_that_so · 13-06-2019 9:05pm

A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse

Conall Cernach · 13-06-2019 9:05pm

"Oceania was at war with Eastasia. Oceania had always been at war with Eastasia."

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."

"Do you know what I am going to tell you, he said with his wry mouth, a pint of plain is your only man."

is_that_so · 13-06-2019 9:07pm

Don’t strike me. I killed my poor father, Tuesday was a week, for doing the like of that.

13-06-2019 9:07pm

It is very queer that the unhappiness of the world is so often brought on by small men

Deja Boo · 13-06-2019 9:11pm

The past is a foreign country, they do things differently there.

Immortal Starlight · 13-06-2019 9:20pm

I have crossed oceans of time to find you.

is_that_so · 13-06-2019 9:21pm

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

metaoblivia · 13-06-2019 9:23pm

Out, damned spot! Out, I say!

Rubberlegs · 13-06-2019 9:26pm

He is coming, and I am here

I love you, always. Time is nothing.

EmmetSpiceland · 13-06-2019 9:27pm

A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now.

Relikk · 13-06-2019 9:28pm

What's it going to be then, eh? There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie and Dim, Dim being really dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening, a flip dark chill winter bastard though dry.

is_that_so · 13-06-2019 9:37pm

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