Saturday, June 9, 2007

Strong Leads in General

26 comments:

yfurniss said...

"To Whom It May Concern:
I killed DeWayne Lockhart, and this is how it happened."
Sherry Garland, Letters From the Mountain, p.1

Jake said...

"The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed."
Stephen King, The Dark Tower: The Gunslinger

Alex Cambora said...

"It had been some months since I laid eyes on Mom, and when she looked up, I was overcome wih panic that she'd see me and call out my name, and that someone on the way to the same party would spot us togather and Mom would introduce herself and my secret would be out."-The Glass Castle Jeannette Walls

Keri Gulick said...

"Clare: Its hard being left behind. I wait for Henry, not knowing where he is, wondering if he's okay. It's hard to be the one who stays."

The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger, Prolouge.

chaz poettgen said...

"When you kill a man, you steal a life," Baba said. "You steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness."

The Kite Runner, page 18

Alexandria H. p. 3B said...

"When I look back on my childhood I wonder how I survived at all. It was, of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood."
Frank McCourt, Angela's Ashes

Shane Rogers said...

"My watch read 1:17p.m.All told, I'd spent less than five minutes at the roof of the world."

Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer
Page 8

Tiffani Donaldson-3B said...

"9 a.m., September 27, 1996. Someone knocks violently on our door. My whole family has been on edge since dawn, and now we all start in alarm. My father jumps up to see who it is while my mother looks on anxiously, haggard with exhaustion after a sleepless night. None of us got any sleep.."

My Forbidden Face by Latifa-pg.1

garrett ohanlon said...

i am an observant jew. yes, of course, observant jews do not paint crucifictions. As a matter of fact, observant jews do not paint at all-in the way that i am painting. So strong words are being spoken and written about me, myths are being generatde: i am a traitor, an apostate, a self-hater, an inflict of shame among my family, my friends, my people; also i am a mocker of ideas sacrade to christians, a blasphemos muniplulator of modes are forms reverved by Gentiles for two thousand years"

My name is Asher Lev, pg 1

Donalyn Miller said...

"Conor Broekhart was born to fly: or more accurately, he was born flying. Though Broekhart's legend is littered with fantastical stories, the tale of his first flight in the summer of 1878 would be the most difficult to believe, had there not been thousands of witnesses. In fact,an account of his birth in a hot air balloon can be read in the archives of the French newspaper Le Petit Journal, available for a small fee at the Bibliotheque Nationale."

Eoin Colfer, Airman, p.1

Donalyn Miller said...

"This story begins within the walls of a castle, with the birth of a mouse. A small mouse. The last mouse born to his parents and the only one of his litter to be born alive."

Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux, p.1

Nancy S. said...

"There was death at its beginning as there would be death again at its end. Though whether it was some fleeting shadow of this that passed across the girl's dreams and woke her on that least likely of mornings she would never know. All she knew, when she opened her eyes, was that the world was somehow altered."
Nicholas Evans, The Horse Whisperer, page 3

Anonymous said...

"I'd never given much thought to how I would die -- though I'd had reason enough in the last few months -- but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this."
Stephenie Meyer, Twilight p.1

katcarney said...

"Imagine a world so strange it must never have happened. First, picture the forest. I want you to be its conscience, the eyes in the trees. The trees are columns of slick, brindled bark like muscular animals overgrown beyond all reason...A single-file army of ants biting a mammoth tree into uniform grains and hauling it down to the dark for tehir ravenous queen...

From Margaret Atwood's "Poisonwood Bible" p. 1

dk said...

"Sometimes a person needs a quiet place. A place to rest your ears from bells ringing and whistles shrieking and grown-ups talking and engines roaring and horns blaring and grown-ups talking and radios playing and grown-ups... Well, even grown-ups need a quiet place sometimes."
Dan Anderson, A Quiet Place p.1

dk said...

"His coming into our classroom that morning was the only new thing. Everything else was the same way it'd always been. The snow coming down. Ms. Johnson looking out the window, then after a moment, nodding. The class cheering because she was going to let us go out into the school yard at lunchtime.
It had been that way for days and days.
And then, just before the lunch bell rang, he walked into our classroom."

Jacqueline Woodson, Feathers, pg.1

Diana said...

"I have never looked into my sister's eyes. I have never bathed alone. I have never stood in the grass at night and raised my arms to a beguiling moon. I've never used an airplane bathroom. Or worn a hat. Or been kissed like that. I've never driven a car. Or slept through the night. Never a private talk. Or solo walk. I've never climbed a tree. Or faded into a crowd. So many things I've never done, but oh, how I've been loved. And, if such things were to be, I'd live a thousand lives as me, to be loved so exponentially,"

The Girls by Lori Lansens--p.3

Mrs. Miller's 5th Grade said...

"The Iron Giant cam to the top of the cliff
How far had he walked? Nobody knows. How was he made? Nobody knows.
Taller than a house, the Iron Giant stood at the top of a cliff, on the very brink, in the darkness.
The wind sang through his iron fingers. His great iron head, shaped like a dustbin but as big as a bedroom, slowly turned to his right, slowly turned to his left. His iron ears turned, this way, that way. He was hearing the sea. His eyes, like headlights, glowed white, then red, then infrared, searching the sea. He swayed in the strong wind that pressed against his back. He swayed forward, on the brink of the high cliff."
The Iron Giant
By Ted Hughes

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NR said...

"The house had outlived its usefulness. It sat hooded and silent..."

Anne Tyler, The Clock Winder page 1

NR said...

"The house had outlived its usefulness. It sat hooded and silent..."

Anne Tyler, The Clock Winder, page 1

adwilson said...

"This is a valley of ashes—a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens, where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air" (p. 27) The Great Gatsby, F.Scott Fitzgerald

Anonymous said...

"Trudging through the Red Fort was like being a mouse on a ship. There were endless places to veture, accessed by twisting walkways and far-reaching stairs." John Shors, Beneath A Marble Sky, page 14

lph said...

"Floating upward through a confusion of dreams and memory, curving like a trout through the rings of previous risings, I surface. My eyes open. I am awake."

Crossing to Safety by Wallace Stegner

Azharuddin said...

I have never thought how would I die... even won't think ever.. but if ma heart can say it louder, then everyone in universe may listen that I want to die when I m remembering and crying in Love of My Prophet Mohammad Alaihissalam..

Azharuddin said...

I have never thought how would I die... even won't think ever.. but if ma heart can say it louder, then everyone in universe may listen that I want to die when I m remembering and crying in Love of My Prophet Mohammad Alaihissalam..