”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.”
”It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.”
"Call me Ishmael."
"Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." (trans. Constance Garnett)
”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.”
”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.”
”Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.”
"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen."
"I am an invisible man."
"You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino's new novel, If on a winter's night a traveler."
"Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo."
"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." (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."
"In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since."
"It was a pleasure to burn."
A not so positive example: "It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness."