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Solving the following riddle will reveal the awful secret behind the universe, assuming you do not go utterly mad in the attempt. If you already happen to know the awful secret behind the universe, feel free to skip ahead.
-John Dies at the End
And my personal favorite...
I met my guardian angel today. She shot me in the face.
-The Unnoticeables
"West of House. You are standing in an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front door."
"It is important, when killing a nun, to ensure that you bring an army of sufficient size. For Sister Thorn of the Sweet Mercy convent Lano Tacsis brought two hundred men."
Good book if you want something a bit like Harry Potter but aimed at a more mature audience and not funding the stripping away of human rights.
His followers called him Mahasamatman and said he was a god. He preferred to drop the Maha- and the -atman, however, and called himself Sam. He never claimed to be a god. But then, he never claimed not to be a god. Circumstances being what they were, neither admission could be of any benefit.
Lord of Light Roger Zelazny
“Today he would become a god. His mother had told him so.” -- Black Sun by Rebecca Roanhorse
Really, that whole first chapter is incredible. One of those rare books where the first chapter is so compelling that you just have to keep on reading.
From The Broken Earth Trilogy by N. K. Jemison
LET’S START WITH THE END of the world, why don’t we? Get it over with and move on to more interesting things.
HMM. NO. I’M TELLING THIS WRONG.
TIME GROWS SHORT, MY LOVE. Let’s end with the beginning of the world, shall we? Yes. We shall.
The dedications are good too. As are the entire books, go read them. The dedications in respective order:
For all those who have to fight for the respect that everyone else is given without question
To those who have no choice but to prepare their children for the battlefield
To those who’ve survived: Breathe. That’s it. Once more. Good. You’re good. Even if you’re not, you’re alive. That is a victory.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
1984
The clocks striking 13 times immediately makes something feel off
It reads like poetry to me
The building was on fire, and this time it was not my fault.
Sounds like the start to Fahrenheit 451
"When he woke up, the dinosaur was still there."
From The Dinosaur by Augusto Monterroso.
It's the opening like, the closing line and everything in between.
Damn, this post honestly reminded me why I love reading. Thanks for that.
I knew I loved reading but it made me want to read even more. You're welcome!
Here's an obscure one from See you next Pluterday:
Sam was scratching desperately at the crumbling edge of the abyss. With fear he felt the cramp slowly, but surely, reaching his fingertips. He fell... And...To be quite honest, Sam was not hanging at all above an abyss. And there was no cramp at all in his fingertips. For miles around there wasn’t even a trace of an abyss at whose edge one could scratch in despair. But recently I met with a publisher who confided to me that in judging a manuscript he only glanced at the first sentence. He mustbe on tenterhooks by now.
Can't believe no one has yet proferred the classic:
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
Why'd you stop halfway through?
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
Is this sarcasm? I think if it stopped at the first dichotomy, or the second it would be fine. But it goes on for fucking ever.
If that wore you out, probably should stay away from Dickens.
Kinda the point. It's supposed to drill into your head how everything in that period was taken to the extremes by taking the prose itself to the extremes.
Well I like it.
The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years - if it ever did end - began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
I was going to post Neuromancer too, but everyone posted that.
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs, began to take hold.
Fear and loathing in las vegas