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On the 24th of February, 1815, the look-out at Notre-Dame de la Garde signalled the three-master, the Pharaon from Smyrna, Trieste, and Naples.

Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

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"Darling," replied Valentine, "has not the count just told us that all human wisdom is summed up in two words?—'Wait and hope.'"

Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

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The celebration had a long way to go and even in the silent depths of Multivac’s underground chambers, it hung in the air.

Isaac Asimov, The Machine that Won the War

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“Heads or tails, gentlemen?” said Swift.

Isaac Asimov, The Machine that Won the War

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“Last night I dreamed,” said LVX-1, calmly.

Isaac Asimov, Robot Dreams

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And Elvex said, “I was the man.” And Susan Calvin at once raised her electron gun and fired, and Elvex was no more.

Isaac Asimov, Robot Dreams

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I am the dreadful menace, the one whose will is done.

The Dreadful Menace

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Could it be, just maybe, that I'll let you have your day.

The Dreadful Menace

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The Galactic Empire was Falling.

Isaac Asimov, Foundation and Empire

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He left them, never looking back.

Isaac Asimov, Foundation and Empire

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All men are born condemned, so the wise say.

Glen Cook, The Black Company, Books of the North 02 - Shadows Linger

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I thought I detected the faintest hint of gold in the corner of my eye, felt the faintest hint of amusement.

Glen Cook, The Black Company, Books of the North 02 - Shadows Linger

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The building was on fire, and it wasn't my fault.

Jim Butcher, The Dresden Files 06 - Blood Rites

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I frowned at a giant green bag and asked Thomas, "Hey. Why did you get large breed Puppy Chow?"

Jim Butcher, The Dresden Files 06 - Blood Rites

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From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—

Edgar Allan Poe, Alone

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(When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—

Edgar Allan Poe, Alone

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Proper story’s supposed to start at the beginning. Ain’t so simple with this one.

Rucks, Bastion