Some Intriguing First Lines from Literature

As a reader, I love a really good first line, because great writing inspires me to read and to write. Here are some celebrated first lines from a variety of novels:

Call me Ishmael. - Herman Melville, Moby-Dick (1851)

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (1813)

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. - Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967; trans. Gregory Rabassa)

Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. - Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (1877; trans. Constance Garnett)

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. - George Orwell, 1984 (1949)

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 (1859)

I am an invisible man. - Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man (1952)

You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter. —Mark Twain, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1885)

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. - J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (1951)

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. - Charles Dickens, David Copperfield (1850)

Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lived not long ago, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf and keeps a skinny nag and a greyhound for racing. - Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote (1605; trans. Edith Grossman)

I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story. - Edith Wharton, Ethan Frome (1911)

He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. - Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea (1952)

I have never begun a novel with more misgiving. - W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge (1944)

Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person. - Anne Tyler, Back When We Were Grownups (2001)

I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. - Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle (1948)

Keep your lips from dull complaining...

Several years ago on Mother's Day I received a small book of poems, but I don't remember any of them except this one, which I accidentally memorized because I thought of it quite often, and still do:

Mother, keep your eyes from tears
Keep your heart from foolish fears
Keep your lips from dull complaining
Lest the baby think it's raining.

I think it's okay for a mother to cry and express fears and complaints occasionally, but this weekend my son, Tom, who was home from college for one day, said I was overdoing it (comnplaining, I mean) and he was right.

It was Sunday afternoon and I was trying to get everyone in the house to stop napping and playing and go to the car so that we could go for a drive in the mountains. Have you ever tried to move five people from a state of complete inertia...it's always a chore!

Within a mile or two of the house I was fine again, even semi-relaxed. We went on to enjoy our drive over the Alpine Loop, where we saw a moose and a lot of golden trees sprinkled with red and orange trees and evergreens.

So back to the little poem: my babies aren't babies anymore, but I still believe in projecting sincere happiness, confidence and satisfaction whenever I can. Sincerity is the key -- nothing fake or forced. But a mom has to model for her children what makes it all worthwhile.