"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen."
"Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes."
"MASON CITY. To get there you follow Highway 58, going northeast out of the city, and it is a good highway and new. Or was new, that day we went up it."
"How do people get to this clandestine Archipelago?"
"The cell door slammed behind Rubashov."
"Chapter 1: On a hill by the Mississippi where Chippewas camped two generations ago, a girl stood in relief against the cornflower blue of Northern sky."
"'I'll take the odds against Caravan.'"
"Howard Roark laughed."