53. It had been a satisfaction burning. Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1953)
54. A story has no start or conclusion; arbitrarily one picks that minute of expertise from where to check back once again or that to look ahead of time. Graham Greene, the conclusion the event (1951)
55. creating positioned in my personal mouth area enough breads for three minutes’ chewing, we withdrew my powers of sexy understanding and retired to the confidentiality of my attention, my vision and face assuming a vacant and preoccupied phrase. Flann O’Brien, At Swim-Two-Birds (1939)
56. I became produced in 1632, in town of York, of a good families, tho’ maybe not of this Country, my dad getting a non-native of Bremen, who established very first at Hull; He got good home by Merchandise, and making down his Trade, lived later at York, from whence he’d hitched my mom, whoever Relations are named Robinson, a good household in this Country, and from who I was labeled as Robinson Kreutznaer; but by the normal Corruption of phrase in The united kingdomt, we are today known as, nay we name the selves, and create our very own Name Crusoe, and my friends constantly contact’d me personally. Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe (1719)
57. At the beginning, occasionally I leftover messages on the street. David Markson, Wittgenstein’s Mistress (1988)
58. Miss Brooke got that sort of beauty which seems to be cast into reduction by poor gown. George Eliot, Middlemarch (1872)
59. It was love initially sight. Joseph Heller, Catch-22.
60. Can you imagine this young woman, who writes this type of poor poems, in opposition with her partner, whoever poems include similarly worst, should extend her extremely extended and well-made thighs out just before, so that the girl skirt slips up to the best of her stockings? Gilbert Sorrentino, Imaginative traits of real Situations (1971)
61. I have never started a novel with additional misgiving. W. Somerset Maugham, The Shaver’s Advantage (1944)
62. not so long ago, there was a female which uncovered she got turned into an inappropriate people. Anne Tyler, When We Were Grownups (2001)
63. The human battle, that a lot of of my visitors belong, happens to be playing at youngsters’ games right from the start, and certainly will most likely get it done till the end, which can be a pain in the neck your few people exactly who become adults. G. K. Chesterton, The Napoleon of Notting Hill (1904)
64. Within my younger and a lot more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that i have been turning over in my own brain since. F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Best Gatsby.
65. You do not never tell nobody but goodness. Alice Walker, The Colour Purple (1982)
66. “To be produced again,” sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, “first you need to pass away.” 
67. It had been a queer, sultry summertime, the summertime they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and that I failed to know what I happened to be undertaking in nyc. Sylvia Plath, The Bell Container (1963)
68. Most actually pretty ladies has quite unsightly base, and so do Mindy Metalman, Lenore sees, out of the blue. David Foster Wallace, The Broom associated with System (1987)
69. If I are from my personal attention, it’s okay beside me, planning Moses Herzog. Saul Bellow, Herzog (1964)
70. Francis Marion Tarwater’s uncle had been lifeless for only half just about every day once the child got too drunk to complete looking their grave and a Negro known as Buford Munson, who had reach have a jug stuffed, was required to finishing they and pull your body through the break fast desk in which it was however seated and bury it in a significant and Christian method, with the manifestation of the Saviour at the head in the grave and enough dust over the top keeping the pets from searching it. Flannery O’Connor, The Violent Bear it Away (1960)
71. Granted: i will be an inmate of a mental medical center; my personal keeper is actually enjoying myself, the guy never allows me off their picture; there is a peephole inside the door, and my personal keeper’s eyes will be the color of brown that can never predict a blue-eyed kind anything like me. GYnter yard, The Tin Drum (1959; trans. Ralph Manheim)