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First Lines

The following is a listing of all the first lines I could dig up. The ones that aren't shown have not been included because I don't have access to any copies of them yet. I hope to remedy that soon.

Novel: Line:




Cycle of the Werewolf

Danse Macabre

The Dark Half

The Dark Tower I:
The Gunslinger

The Dark Tower II:
The Drawing of the Three

The Dark Tower III:
The Waste Land

The Dark Tower IV:
Wizard and Glass

The Dead Zone


Dolores Claiborne

The Eyes of the Dragon


Gerald's Game

The Green Mile: Part 1
The Two Dead Girls

The Green Mile: Part 2
The Mouse on the Mile

The Green Mile: Part 3
Coffey's Hands

The Green Mile: Part 4
The Bad Death of
Eduard Delacroix

The Green Mile: Part 5
Night Journey

The Green Mile: Part 6
Coffey on the Mile



The Long Walk
as Richard Bachman


My Pretty Pony

Pet Sematary

as Richard Bachman

The Regulators

as Richard Bachman

Rose Madder

The Running Man
as Richard Bachman

'Salem's Lot

The Shining

The Stand

The Stand
Complete and uncut

The Talisman

as Richard Bachman

The Tommyknockers

"News item from the Westover (ME) weekly Enterprise, August 19, 1966: 'Rain of Stones Reported: It was reliably reported by several persons that a rain of stones fell from a clear blue sky on Carlin Street in the town of Chamberlain on August 17th.'"

"This is the story of a lover's triangle, I suppose you'd say - Arnie Cunningham, Leigh Cabot, and,
of course, Christine."

"Heh-Heh!! Greetings, kiddies, and welcome to the first issue of CREEPSHOW, the magazine that dares to answer the question: Who goes there?"

"Once upon a time, not so long ago, a monster came to the small town of Castle Rock, Maine."

"Somewhere high above, the moon shines down,
fat and full - but here, in Tarker's Mills, a January blizzard has choked the sky with snow."

"For me, the terror - the real terror, as opposed to say whatever demons and boogeys which might have been living in my own mind - began on an afternoon in October of 1957."

"People's lives - their real lives, as opposed to
their simple physical existences - begin at
different times."

"The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed."

"The gunslinger came awake from a confused dream which seemed to consist of a single image: that of the Sailor in the Tarot deck from which the man in black had dealt (or purported to deal) the gunslinger's own moaning future."

"It was her third time with live ammunition and her first time on the draw from the holster Roland had rigged for her."

"'ASK ME A RIDDLE,' Blaine invited."

"By the time he graduated college, John Smith had forgotten all about the bad fall he took on the ice that January day in 1953."

"Oh! Oh, Jesus! Gross!"

"What did you ask, Andy Bissette?"

"Once, in a kingdom called Delain, there was a king with two sons."

"'Daddy, I'm tired,' the little girl in the red pants and the green blouse said fretfully."

"Jessie could hear the back door banging lightly, randomly, in the October breeze blowing around the house."

"This happened in 1932, when the state penitentiary was still at Cold Mountain."

"The nursing home where I am crossing my last bunch of t's and dotting my last mess of i's is called Georgia Pines."

"Looking back through what I've written, I see
that I called Georgia Pines, where I now live, a nursing home."

"All this other writing aside, I've kept a little diary since I took up residence at Georgia Pines - no big deal, just a couple of paragraphs a day. Mostly about the weather - and I looked back through it
last evening."

"Mr. H. G. Wells once wrote a story about a man who invented a time machine, and I have discovered that, in the writing of these memoirs, I have created my own time machine."

"I sat in the Georgia Pines sunroom, my father's fountain pen in my hand, and time was lost to me as I recalled the night Harry and Brutal and I took John Coffey off the Mile and to Melinda Moores, in an effort to save her life."

"No one - least of all Dr. Litchfield - came right out and told Ralph Roberts that his wife was going to die, but there came a time when Ralph understood without needing to be told."

"The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years - if it ever did end - began, so
far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen
with rain."

"An old blue Ford pulled into the gaurded parking lot that morning, looking like a small, tired dog after a hard run."

"umber whunnnn"

"The old man sat in the barn doorway in the smell of old apples, rocking, wanting not to want to smoke not because of the doctor but because now his heart fluttered all the time."

"Louis Creed, who had lost his father at three and who had never known a grandfather, never expected to find a father as he entered his middle age, but that was exactly what happened...although he called this man his friend, as a grown man must do when he finds the man who should have been his father relatively late in life."

"The morning I got it on was nice; a nice May morning."

"Summer's here."

"But Viet Nam was over and the country was
getting on."

"She sits in the corner, trying to draw air out of a room which seemed to have plenty just a few minutes ago and now seems to have none."

"She was squinting as the thermometer in the white light coming through the window."

"Almost everyone thought the man and the boy were father and son."

"Jack Torrence thought: Officious little prick."

"Hapscomb's Texaco sat on US 93 just north of Arnette, a pissant four-street burg about 110 miles from Houston."


"On September 15th, 1981, a boy named Jack Sawyer stood where the water and land come together, hands in the pockets of his jeans, looking out at the steady Atlantic."

"'Thinner,' the old Gypsy man with the rotting nose whispers to William Halleck as Halleck and his wife, Heidi, come out of the courthouse."

"For want of a nail the kigdom was lost - that's how the catechism goes when you boil it down."

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