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.
The sunshine, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenberg,and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York.
I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking.
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since."Whenever you feel like criticizing any more"he told me,"just remember that all the people in the world haven't had the advantages that you've had."
For a long time I used to go to bed early. Sometimes, when I had put out my candle, my eyes would close so quickly that I had not even time to say "I'm going to sleep." And half an hour later the thought that it was time to go to sleep would awaken me.
All happy families are happy alike, all unhappy families are unhappy in their own way.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possessing of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-Lee-Ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate of tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.