Call Me Ishmael

You better not never tell nobody but God.

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.

All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.

All this happened, more or less.

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.

In my younger and more vulnerable years, my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark. For the straightforward pathway had been lost.

124 was spiteful.