“I decided to go looking for my mother as a dragon.” – Peter from Necromancer’s Nine by Sheri S. Tepper
I enjoyed everything she wrote before 1989, especially The True Game series. Then she went all didactic about environmental issues. Then, starting with Grass, I started hating her books.
Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.
“The primroses were over.” from Watership Down by Richard Adams. Didn’t really appreciate it until I got to the end of the epilogue where the last sentence created a nice indirect cycle. This book also has one of my favorite all time last sentences (if you don’t count the epilogue):
“Underground, the story continued”. It just works on so many levels.
“A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching the time of twilight, and the vast tract of unenclosed wild known as Egdon Heath embrowned itself moment by moment.”
Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy. Of course, it’s not just this opening sentence, but the whole opening chapter, that creates such a vivid sense of place.
“‘To be born again,’ sang Gibreel Farishta tumbing down from the heavens, ‘first you have to die.’”
The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie.
"My desert-island, all-time, top-five most memorable split-ups, in chronological order:
L. Sprague de Camp was always good for a killer opening line. He quotes two of his own in his Science Fiction Writer’s Handbook. I’m semi-quoting from memory:
“The way Smith got involved with the naked princess was like this…”
(Don’t recall the book)
and
“Sir Fitz-Hugh raised his visor and wiped the sweat from his brow under his helmet and continued riding his horse down the banks of the Hudson River.”
In addition to the Joyce, García Márquez, and Austen already cited, let me add:
“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.” Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory
“For whom is the funhouse fun? Perhaps for lovers. For Ambrose it is a place of fear and confusion.” John Barth, “Lost in the Funhouse”
“In the beginning God created the heavens and the Earth.” Genesis 1:1