First and Last Lines

Seventeen-year-old Ewan Mao waited outside the great hall of the man he was destined to kill, wondering if his best friend was still alive.

“Yeah, all right.”

Erin Claiborne, A Hero at the End of the World

The twentieth century was dominated, in Europe, by the conflict between totalitarian regimes and liberal democracies.

Of one thing, however, I am sure: I would not like any ministry or its officials to decide on my behalf what I should be, think, believe or love.

Tzvetan Todorov, The Fear of Barbarians

Even on a good day I don’t enjoy being shot at.

“But I really don’t think I’m cut out for this job anymore….”

Zoë Sharp, Die Easy

The suntanned man behind the front desk glanced up, recognized him, and looked back down without a word.

It sounded just a little better than all right.

John Altman, Deception

I was born in Antwerp in 1939, one year before the Germans occupied Belgium in World War II.

I know that some questions will never be answered, but having found the strangers I was looking for, I can now start putting them to rest.

Dori Katz, Looking For Strangers

“Segregation,” the preacher paused to let his congregation absorb the full solemnity of his message, “is apparent everywhere.”

The ability to do just that—and thus completely reorient the dramas of urban politics—provides the only true measure of a world ready to forswear the splitting of its cities.

Carl Nightingale, Segregation


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