"Mr. Tench went out to look for his ether cylinder, into the blazing Mexican sun and the bleaching dust."
"'I can never bring myself to believe it, John,' said Mary Walker, the pretty daughter of Mr George Walker, attorney of Silverbridge."
"The first ray of light which illumines the gloom, and converts into a dazzling brilliancy that obscurity in which the earlier history of the public career of the immortal Pickwick would appear to..."
"Mrs Palfrey first came to the Claremont Hotel on a Sunday afternoon in January."
"I have never begun a novel with more misgiving. If I call it a novel it is only because I don't know what else to call it."
"When I saw Finn waiting for me at the corner of the street I knew at once that something had gone wrong. Finn usually waits for me in bed, or leaning up against the side of the door with his eyes..."
"That mornining's ice, no more than brittle film, had cracked and was now floating in segments."
"Those two girls, Constance and Sopha Baines, paid no heed to the manifold interest of their situation, of which, indeed, they had never been conscious."
"As my cab pulled of FDR Drive, somewhere in the early Hundreds, a low-slung Tomohawk full of black guys came sharking out of lane and slopped in fast right across our bows."
"Q. Why is London like Budapest? A. Because it is two cities divided by a river."