It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
My name is Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered.
Who is John Galt?
The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.
Here we are, alone again. It's all so slow, so heavy, so sad. . . I'll be old soon. Then at last it will be over. So many people have come into my room. They've talked. They haven't said much. They've gone away. They've grown old, wretched, sluggish, each in some corner of the world.
