Opening Lines

[pwalker8]

Originally Posted by tubemonkey

Still unnamed...


1. I had this story from one who had no business to tell it to me, or to any other. I may credit the seductive influence of an old vintage upon the narrator for the beginning of it, and my own skeptical incredulity during the days that followed for the balance of the strange tale.

2. On the 24th of May, 1863, my uncle, Professor Liedenbrock, rushed into his little house, No. 19 Königstrasse, one of the oldest streets in the oldest portion of the city of Hamburg.

3. At the hole where he went in, Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin. Hear what little Red-Eye saith: “Nag, come up and dance with death!”

4. Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death, Rode the six hundred.

5. 3 May. Bistritz.—Left Munich at 8:35 p. m. on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was an hour late. Buda-Pesth seems a wonderful place, from the glimpse which I got of it from the train and the little I could walk through the streets.

4) is Charge of the Light Brigade, but that's a poem.

[jackie_w]

Originally Posted by tubemonkey

Dick said, "Look, look. Look up. Look up, up, up."

Fun with Dick and Jane

[jackie_w]

Originally Posted by tubemonkey

1. I had this story from one who had no business to tell it to me, or to any other. I may credit the seductive influence of an old vintage upon the narrator for the beginning of it, and my own skeptical incredulity during the days that followed for the balance of the strange tale.

Tarzan - Edgar Rice Burroughs

Originally Posted by tubemonkey

2. On the 24th of May, 1863, my uncle, Professor Liedenbrock, rushed into his little house, No. 19 Königstrasse, one of the oldest streets in the oldest portion of the city of Hamburg.

Journey to the Centre of the Earth - Jules Verne

[tubemonkey]

Originally Posted by pwalker8

4) is Charge of the Light Brigade, but that's a poem.

I know. I didn't see any prohibitions against poems in the opening post.

[PeterT]

“Do you like what you doth see . . . ?” said the voluptuous elf-maiden as she
provocatively parted the folds of her robe to reveal the rounded, shadowy glories
within. Frito’s throat was dry, though his head reeled with desire and ale.

[Thasaidon]

Originally Posted by PeterT

“Do you like what you doth see . . . ?” said the voluptuous elf-maiden as she
provocatively parted the folds of her robe to reveal the rounded, shadowy glories
within. Frito’s throat was dry, though his head reeled with desire and ale.

"Bored of the Rings". which puts me in my place!

[DNSB]

Originally Posted by PeterT

“Do you like what you doth see . . . ?” said the voluptuous elf-maiden as she provocatively parted the folds of her robe to reveal the rounded, shadowy glories within. Frito’s throat was dry, though his head reeled with desire and ale.

Originally Posted by Thasaidon

"Bored of the Rings". which puts me in my place!

Damn. Beat me to it. Does it say something about me that I actually like that parody?

[DNSB]

Originally Posted by pdurrant

How about this one.

"Part of the problem, Nita thought to herself as she tore desperately down Rose Avenue, is that I can’t keep my mouth shut."

So You Want To Be A Wizard.

[pdurrant]

Originally Posted by jackie_w

I'm guessing that's one of the Lovejoy novels by Jonathan Gash.

Well spotted!

[pdurrant]

Originally Posted by DNSB

So You Want To Be A Wizard.

That's it.

[Pulpmeister]

All from big name authors and best sellers:

1: BEHIND every man now alive stand thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living. Since the dawn of time, roughly a hundred billion human beings have walked the planet Earth.

2: "YOU DO see, don't you, that she's got to be killed?"
The question floated out into the still night air, seemed to hang there a moment and then drift away down into the darkness towards the Dead Sea.

3: A STRANGE melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow.

4: The night Vincent was shot he saw it coming. The guy approached out of the streetlight on the corner of Meridian and Sixteenth, South Beach, and reached Vincent as he was walking from his car to his apartment building. It was early, a few minutes past nine.
Vincent turned his head to look at the guy and there was a moment when he could have taken him and did consider it, hit the guy as hard as he could. But Vincent was carrying a sack of groceries. He wasn’t going to drop a half gallon of Gallo Hearty Burgundy, a bottle of prune juice and a jar of Ragú spaghetti sauce on the sidewalk

[Thasaidon]

Originally Posted by DNSB

Damn. Beat me to it. Does it say something about me that I actually like that parody?

Yes!

Join the club.

[Apache]

4). The Charge of the Light Brigade By Alfred, Lord Tennyson. I did not realize I was a page behind.
Apache

[DNSB]

Originally Posted by Pulpmeister

All from big name authors and best sellers:

1: BEHIND every man now alive stand thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living. Since the dawn of time, roughly a hundred billion human beings have walked the planet Earth.

2: "YOU DO see, don't you, that she's got to be killed?"
The question floated out into the still night air, seemed to hang there a moment and then drift away down into the darkness towards the Dead Sea.

1: 2001: A Space Odyssey

2: from Agatha Christie but I can't remember which one of the Hercule Poirot stories.

[Pajamaman]

It was the Joy of the Sunset that brought us to speech. I was gone a long way from my house, walking lonely-wise, and stopping often that I view the piling upward of the Battlements of Evening, and to feel the dear and strange gathering of the Dusk come over all the world about me.