Overall Rank: 5
"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 palette to tap, at three, on the teeth."
Overall Rank: 273
"I had been making the rounds of the Sacrifice Poles the day we heard my brother had escaped."
Overall Rank: 25
"For a long time, I would go to bed early. [Fr., Longtemps, je me suis couche de bonne heure.]"
Overall Rank: 144
"These two very old people are the father and mother of Mr Bucket."
Overall Rank: 36
"A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green."
Overall Rank: 8
"124 was spiteful. Full of baby's venom. The women in the house knew it and so did the children."
Overall Rank: 135
"The book was thick and black and covered with dust."
Overall Rank: 32
"The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. The flood had made, the wind was nearly calm, and being bound down the river, the only thing for it..."
Overall Rank: 24
"Except for the Marabar caves--and they are twenty miles off--the city of Chrandrapore presents nothing extraordinary."
Overall Rank: 82
"The primroses were over."