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- The fourteenth of August was the day fixed upon for the sailing of the brig Pilgrim on her voyage from Boston round Cape Horn to the western coast of North America.
--Two Years Before the Mast, by Richard Henry Dana, 1840
- My true name is so well known in the records, or registers, at Newgate and in the Old Bailey, and there are some things of such consequence still depending there relating to my particular conduct, that it is not to be expected I should set my name or the account of my family to this work; perhaps after my death it may be better known; at present it woud not be proper, no, not though a general pardon should be issued, even without exceptions of persons or crimes.
--Moll Flanders, by Daniel Defoe, 1722
- Once, in a house on Egypt Street, there lived a rabbit who was made almost entirely of china
--The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane, by Kate DiCamillo, 2006
- A merry little surge of electricity piped by automated alarm from the mood organ beside his bed awakened Rick Deckard.
--Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, by Philip K. Dick, 1968 (the basis for Bladerunner)
- Marley was dead, to begin with, there is no doubt whatever about that.
--A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens, 1843
- 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.
--The Personal History of David Copperfield, by Charles Dickens, 1850
- Now, what I want is Facts.
--Hard Times, by Charles Dickens, 1854
- 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, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all doing direct the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
--A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens, 1859
- It was January something, 1946 and I was in the bus station, waiting to go to the oil field.
--Oil and Water by Millicent Dillon, 1991
- Down Fairfax Avenue Mollie ran, she knew the way, her little feet remorseless.
--Lost in LA by Millicent Dillon, 1991
- I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong hills.
--Out of Africa, by Isak Dinesen, 1937
- I'm Homer, the blind brother,
--Homer & Langley , by E.L. Doctorow, 2009
- In 1902 Father built a house at the crest of the Broadview Avenue hill in New Rochelle, New York.
--Ragtime , by E.L. Doctorow, 1975
- At five in the morning someone banging on the door and shouting, her husband, John, leaping out of bed, grabbing his rifle, and Roscoe at the same time roused from the backhouse, his bare feet pounding: Mattie hurriedly pulled on her robe, her mind prepared for the alarm of war, but the heart stricken ... Read Morethat it would have finally come, and down the stairs she flew to see through the open door in the lamplight, at the steps of the portico, the two horses, steam rising from their flanks, their heads lifting, their eyes wild, the driver a young darkie with rounded sholders, showing stolid patience even in this, and the woman standing in her carriage no one but her Aunt Letita Pettibone of McDonough, her elderly face drawn in anguish, her hair a straggled mess, this women of such fine grooming, this dowager who practically ruled the season in Atlanta standing up in the equipage like some hag of doom, which indeed she would prove to be.
--The March , by E. L. Doctorow, 2005
- Startled awake by the ammoniated mists, I am aroused in one instant from glutinous sleep to grieving awareness; I have done it again.
--World's Fair , by E.L. Doctorow, 1985
- He had to have planned it because when we drove into the dock the boat was there and the engine was running and you could see the water churning up phosphorescence in the river, which was the only light there was because there was no moon, nor no electric light either in the shack where the dock master should have been sitting, nor on the boat itself, and certainly not from the car, yet everyone knew where everything was, and when the big Packard came down the ramp Mickey the driver braked it so that the wheels hardly rattled the boards, and when he pulled up alongside the gangway the doors were already open and they hustled Bo and the girl upside before they even made a shadow in the darkness.
--Billy Bathgate , by E.L. Doctorow, 1989
- They were a hateful presence in me.
--Loon Lake , by E.L. Doctorow, 1980
- The Man from Bodie drank down a half bottle of the Silver Sun's best; that cleared the dust from his throat and then when Florence, who was a redhead, moved along the bar to him, he turned and grinned down at her.
--Welcome to Hard Times , by E.L. Doctorow, 1960
- People wouldn't take what Martin Pemberton said as literal truth, he was much to melodramatic or too tormented to speak plainly.
--The Waterworks , by E.L. Doctorow, 1994
- General Miles with his gaudy uniform and spirited charger was the center for all eyes, especially as his steed was extremely restless.
--The 42nd Parallel, by John Dos Passos, 1930
- Jim Pignatelli was born in the year of victories.
--Chosen Country, by John Dos Passos, 1951
- Mr. Sherlock Holmes,who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table.
--The Hound of the Baskervilles, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, 1902
- Mr. Hungerton, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth--a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, perfectly good-natured, but absolutely centered upon his own self.
--The Lost World, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, 1912
- Dusk--of a summer night.
--An American Tragedy, by Theodore Dreiser, 1925
- Landscape tones: brown to bronze, steep skyline, low cloud, pearl ground with shadowed pearl and oyster reflections.
--Balthazar, by Lawrence Durrell, 1958
- During the early part of June, 1947, a small party of sightseers found itself trapped in what was then the newly-discovered labyrinth of Cefalû, on the island of Crete.
--Dark Labyrinth, by Lawrence Durrell, 1947 (published as Cefalû)
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