You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don't.
Who is John Galt?
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.
Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won
A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head.
The first time Caesar approached Cora about running north, she said no.
There is no lake at Camp Green Lake.
There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.
Call me Ishmael.