#irs

We slept in what had once been the gymnasium. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#first-sentence

The first I heard of the beach was in Bangkok, on the Ko Sanh Road. ↗

— Alex Garland

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Nothing ever happens to me. ↗

— Mary Stewart

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Who was blowing on the nape of my neck. ↗

— David Mitchell

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In the time it takes for her to walk from the bathhouse at the seawall of Fortune's Rocks, where she has left her boots and has discreetly pulled off her stockings, to the waterline along which the sea continually licks the pink and silver sand, she learns about desire. ↗

— Anita Shreve

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It was morning, and the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea. ↗

— Richard Bach

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He- for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it- was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

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I was thirty-seven then, strapped in my seat as the huge 747 plunged through dense cloud cover on approach to the Hamburg airport. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

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I am living at the Villa Borghese. There is not a crumb of dirt anywhere, nor a chair misplaced. We are all alone here and we are dead. ↗

— Henry Miller

#henry-miller #first-sentence

Wherever we are, we are as one ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#parabatai #will-herondale #manga