Every day, Commander Sam Vines of the City Watch would be home at 6 o’clock sharp to read to young Sam, who was one year old. And then the murders began.
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. And then the murders began.
The beginning of the gospel of Jesus Christ, the Son of God; As it is written in the prophets, Behold, I send my messenger before thy face, which shall prepare thy way before thee. And then the murders began.
I am Sam. And then the murders began.
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. And then the murders began.
A long time ago, when all the grandfathers and grandmothers of today were little boys and little girls or very small babies, or perhaps not even born , Pa and Ma and Laura and Baby Carrie left their little house in the Big Woods of Wisconsin. And then the murders began.
The morning I got it on was nice; a nice May morning. And then the murders began.
Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. And then the murders began.
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. And then the murders began.
I remember thinking, back around 1985, that Toronto’s outfield must have been one of the great outfields in baseball history. And then the murders began.
It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday, and I was in bed with my catamite when Ali announced that the archbishop had come to see me. And then the murders began.
In the great green room
There was a telephone
And a red balloon
And a picture of-
The cow jumping over the moon
And there were three little bears sitting on chairs
And two little kittens
And a pair of mittens
And a little toy house
And a young mouse
And a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush
And a quiet old lady who was whispering “hush”.
In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines/ Lived twelve little girls in two straight lines./ In two straight lines they broke their bread/ And brushed their teeth and went to bed./ They left the house at half past nine/ In two straight lines in rain or shine-/ The smallest one was Madeline. And then the murders began.”
“Curt Wilcox’s boy came around the barracks a lot the year after his father died, I mean a lot, but nobody ever told him get out the way or asked him what in hail he was doing there again. And then the murders began.”
Quantities, and the ratio’s of quantities, which in any finite time converge continually to equality, and before the end of that time approach nearer the one to the other than by any given difference, become ultimately equal. And then the murders began.
When Farmer Oak smiled, the corners of his mouth spread till they were within an unimportant distance of his ears, his eyes were reduced to chinks, and diverging wrinkles appeared round them, extending upon his countenance like the rays in a rudimentary sketch of the rising sun. And then the murders began.
The sweat wis lashing oafay Sick Boy; he wis trembling. And then the murders began.