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
The first time Caesar approached Cora about running north, she said no.
A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head.
You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don't.
There is no lake at Camp Green Lake.
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.
There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.
Call me Ishmael.
They murdered him.
In April 1992, a young man from a well-to-do East Coast family hitchhiked to Alaska and walked alone into the wilderness north of Mt. McKinley.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
The madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through...ringing throughout the house was an alarm bell that no one but Alfred and Enid could hear directly.
I met Jack Kennedy in November, 1946. We were both war heroes, and both of us had just been elected to Congress.
Even in death the boys were trouble.
When people ask me what I do--taxi drivers, hairdressers--I tell them I work in an office.
If you're going to read this, don't bother.
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