1. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times... Charles Dickens 2. All children, except one, grow up. J. M. Barrie 3. It was a pleasure to burn. Ray Bradbury 4. Call me Ishmael. Herman Melville 5. It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were George Orwell striking thirteen. 6. You better not never tell nobody but God. Alice Walker 7. Not so long ago, a monster came to the small town of Stephen King Castle Rock, Maine. 8. He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Ernest stream and he had gone 84 days now without taking a fish. Hemingway 9. Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I William Faulkner could see them hitting. 10. 124 was spiteful. Toni Morrison 11. In the week before their departure to Arrakis, when all the Frank Herbert final scurrying about had reached a nearly unbearable frenzy, an old crone came 12. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in Jane Austen possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. 13. All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is Leo Tolstoy unhappy in its own way. 14. Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were J.K. Rowling proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. 15. If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll J.D. Salinger probably want to know is where I was born and what my lousy childhood was like.. 16. In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave F. Scott me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind Fitzgerald ever since.