I’ve got one last video for you, but this one I put together from 10 famous opening lines that the wizard had archived in his Random Quotes database at WizardOfAds.com. I believe you will enjoy it.
Ciao for Niao – Indy
Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lived not long ago, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf and keeps a skinny nag and a greyhound for racing.
— Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
— Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.
— Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
— Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
Call me Ishmael.
— Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
— George Orwell, 1984
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.
— J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
Once an angry man dragged his father along the ground through his own orchard. “Stop!” cried the groaning old man at last, “Stop! I did not drag my father beyond this tree.”
— Gertrude Stein, The Making of Americans
There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.
— C. S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
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.
— Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities