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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Everyone knows the first sentence is the most important sentence. Here, I am collecting the best ones. Submissions are greatly appreciated.</description><title>Fuck Yeah 1st Sentences</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @fuckyeah1stsentences)</generator><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"The last time I glanced at the library books on the kitchen shelf they were more than five months..."</title><description>“The last time I glanced at the library books on the kitchen shelf they were more than five months overdue and I wondered whether I would have chosen differently if I had known that these were the last books, the ones which would stand forever on our kitchen shelf.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/29052740154</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/29052740154</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2012 10:17:43 -0400</pubDate><category>20th Century</category><category>Horror Fiction</category><category>Lady Writers</category><category>Creepy</category></item><item><title>"The citadel was dark, and the heroes were sleeping."</title><description>“The citadel was dark, and the heroes were sleeping.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Tom Robbins, &lt;em&gt;Jitterbug Perfume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/29052525511</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/29052525511</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2012 10:11:35 -0400</pubDate><category>20th Century</category><category>American Lit</category><category>Southern Lit</category></item><item><title>"Of my grandfather Verus I have learned to be gentle and meek, and to refrain from all anger and..."</title><description>“Of my grandfather Verus I have learned to be gentle and meek, and to refrain from all anger and passion.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Marcus Aurelius, &lt;em&gt;The Meditations of Marcus Aurelius&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/29052418372</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/29052418372</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2012 10:08:28 -0400</pubDate><category>Stoicism</category><category>Political Writings</category><category>Philosophy</category><category>Self Help</category><category>Ancient Rome</category></item><item><title>"Henry the Eighth, the unconquered King of England, a prince adorned with all the virtues that become..."</title><description>“Henry the Eighth, the unconquered King of England, a prince adorned with all the virtues that become a great monarch, having some differenced of no small consequence with Charles the most serene prince of Castile, sent me into Flanders, as his ambassador, for treating and composing matters between them.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Sir Thomas Moore, &lt;em&gt;Utopia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/29052236273</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/29052236273</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2012 10:03:11 -0400</pubDate><category>14th Century</category><category>Political Writings</category><category>Philosophy</category><category>Name dropping</category><category>Essay</category><category>English Literature</category><category>European Literature</category></item><item><title>"‘Curious affair, isn’t it?’"</title><description>“‘Curious affair, isn’t it?’”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;William Le Queux, &lt;em&gt;The Place of Dragons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28980724025</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28980724025</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2012 10:10:05 -0400</pubDate><category>20th Century</category><category>French Literature</category><category>European Literature</category></item><item><title>"Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and..."</title><description>“Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;James Joyce, &lt;em&gt;Ulysses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28980568159</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28980568159</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2012 10:05:32 -0400</pubDate><category>20th Century</category><category>Irish Literature</category><category>Modernism</category><category>Joyce</category><category>Dublin</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8cdljCYP01rsx4mko1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28841494462</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28841494462</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2012 12:24:55 -0400</pubDate><category>Austen</category><category>Author Portrait</category></item><item><title>"Alexei Fyodorovich Karamazov was the third son of a landowner from our district, Fyodor Pavlovich..."</title><description>“Alexei Fyodorovich Karamazov was the third son of a landowner from our district, Fyodor Pavlovich Karamazov, well known in his own day (and still remembered among us) because of his dark and tragic death, which happened exactly thirteen years ago and which I shall speak of in it’s proper place.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Fyodor Dostoevsky, &lt;em&gt;The Brothers Karamazov&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28841355945</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28841355945</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2012 12:22:08 -0400</pubDate><category>19th Century</category><category>Russian Literature</category><category>Dostoyevsky</category><category>European Literature</category></item><item><title>"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be..."</title><description>“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jane Austen, &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28841032610</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28841032610</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2012 12:15:00 -0400</pubDate><category>19th Century</category><category>English Literature</category><category>Lady Writers</category><category>Marriage Plot</category><category>Austen</category><category>The Season</category><category>European Literature</category></item><item><title>"Men can do nothing without the make-believe of a beginning."</title><description>“Men can do nothing without the make-believe of a beginning.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;George Elliot, &lt;em&gt;Daniel Deronda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28840931276</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28840931276</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2012 12:13:35 -0400</pubDate><category>19th Century</category><category>English Literature</category><category>Lady Writers</category><category>Elliot</category><category>Pen Name</category></item><item><title>"The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst..."</title><description>“The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden there came through the open door the heavy scent of lilac, or the most delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Oscar Wilde, &lt;em&gt;The Portrait of Dorian Grey&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28721929020</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28721929020</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2012 18:04:16 -0400</pubDate><category>Irish Literature</category><category>19th Century</category><category>Wilde</category></item><item><title>"They called him Moishe the Beadle, as if his entire life he had never had a surname."</title><description>“They called him Moishe the Beadle, as if his entire life he had never had a surname.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Elie Wiesel (with Marion Wiesel), &lt;em&gt;Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28721672490</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28721672490</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2012 17:59:58 -0400</pubDate><category>20th Century</category><category>War Literature</category><category>WWII</category><category>Jewish Literature</category><category>Nobel Prize Winner</category><category>Wiesel</category><category>Novellas</category></item><item><title>"The date was April 14, 1912, a sinister day in maritime history, but of course the man in suite..."</title><description>“The date was April 14, 1912, a sinister day in maritime history, but of course the man in suite 63-65, shelter deck C, did not know it yet.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Erik Larson, &lt;em&gt;Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28721151927</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28721151927</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2012 17:50:29 -0400</pubDate><category>20th Century</category><category>American Literature</category><category>Chicago</category><category>Larson</category><category>Non-Fiction</category><category>History</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m876zuE6h11rsx4mko1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28650673123</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28650673123</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2012 17:14:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Pynchon</category><category>Author Portrait</category></item><item><title>"Christmas Eve, 1955, Benny Profane, wearing black levis, sued jacket, sneakers and a big cowboy hat,..."</title><description>“Christmas Eve, 1955, Benny Profane, wearing black levis, sued jacket, sneakers and a big cowboy hat, happened to pass through Norfolk, Virginia.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Thomas Pynchon, &lt;em&gt;V. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28650601452</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28650601452</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2012 17:13:10 -0400</pubDate><category>20th Century</category><category>American Literature</category><category>Pynchon</category><category>Reclusive Authors</category><category>Post-modernism</category></item><item><title>"It was only later that he realized the reason they had called him, but by then it was too late for..."</title><description>“It was only later that he realized the reason they had called him, but by then it was too late for the information to do him any good.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Brian Evenson, &lt;em&gt;Last Days, &lt;/em&gt;“Brotherhood of Mutilation” &lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28650451046</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28650451046</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2012 17:10:47 -0400</pubDate><category>American West</category><category>20th Century</category><category>Evenson</category><category>Novellas</category><category>Contemporary Literature</category></item><item><title>"The first time that Jean-Claude Pelletier read Benno von Archimboldi was Christmas 1980 in Paris,..."</title><description>“The first time that Jean-Claude Pelletier read Benno von Archimboldi was Christmas 1980 in Paris, when he was nineteen years old and studying German literature.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Roberto Bolano, &lt;em&gt;2666&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28649929267</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28649929267</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2012 17:02:25 -0400</pubDate><category>20th Century</category><category>Latin American Literature</category><category>Chilean Literature</category><category>Bolano</category><category>Translations</category><category>Mexico</category></item><item><title>"All children, except one, grow up."</title><description>“All children, except one, grow up.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;J.M. Barrie, &lt;em&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/em&gt;, “Peter and Wendy”&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28649575236</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28649575236</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2012 16:56:52 -0400</pubDate><category>20th Century</category><category>Turn of the Century</category><category>Children's Literature</category><category>Barrie</category><category>Scottish Literature</category><category>European Literature</category></item><item><title>"The sweat wis lashing oafay Sick Boy; he wis trembling."</title><description>“The sweat wis lashing oafay Sick Boy; he wis trembling.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Irvine Welsh, &lt;em&gt;Trainspotting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28649000108</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28649000108</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2012 16:47:30 -0400</pubDate><category>Drug Literature</category><category>Scottish Literature</category><category>20th Century</category><category>Heroin</category><category>Edinburgh</category><category>Books Made into Movies</category><category>European Literature</category></item><item><title>"At that very moment, in the very sort of Park Avenue co-op apartment that so obsessed the..."</title><description>“At that very moment, in the very sort of Park Avenue co-op apartment that so obsessed the Mayor…twelve foot ceilings…two wings, one for the white Anglo Saxon Protestants who own the place and one for the help…Sherman McCoy was kneeling in his front hall trying to put a leash on a dachshund.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Tom Wolfe, &lt;em&gt;Bonfire of the Vanities&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28557995749</link><guid>http://fuckyeah1stsentences.tumblr.com/post/28557995749</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2012 11:05:27 -0400</pubDate><category>Wolfe</category><category>Creative Non-Fiction</category><category>American Literature</category><category>20th Century</category><category>1980s</category><category>New York City</category></item></channel></rss>
