The first sentence of every story in ALONE AGAINST TOMORROW by Harlan Ellison.
I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream
Limp, the body of Gorrister hung from the pink palette; unsupported – hanging high above us in the computer chamber; and it did not shiver in the chill, oily breeze that blew eternally through the main cavern.
Bedzyk saw Rila go mad, and watched her throw herself against the lucite port, till her pinhead was a red blotch of pulped flesh and blood.
Deeper Than the Darkness
They came to Alf Gunnderson in the Pawnee County jail.
When Kettridge bent over to pick up the scurrying red lizard, the thing that had been waiting, struck.
All the Sounds of Fear
“Give me some light!”
The Silver Corridor
“We can’t be responsible for death or disfigurement, you know,” reminded the Duelmaster.
“Repent, Harlequin,” Said the Ticktockman
There are always those who ask, what is it all about?
Feet without toes.
Are You Listening?
There are several ways I wanted to start telling this:
First I was going to begin it:
I began to lose my existence on a Tuesday morning.
Try a Dull Knife
It was parchanga night at The Cave.
In Lonely Lands
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the zure world he stands.
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
Pederson knew night was falling over Syrtis Major; blind, still he knew the Martian night had arrived; the harp crickets had come out.
Eyes of Dust
It was inevitable they should marry.
Nothing for My Noon Meal
There was a patch of Fluhs growing out beyond the spikes, and I tried to cultivate them, and bring them around, but somehow they weren’t drawing enough, and they died off before they could mature.
O Ye of Little Faith
Niven felt for the rock wall behind him.
The Time of the Eye
In the third year of my death, I met Piretta.
Terrence slid his right hand, the one out of sight of the robot, up her side.
The Very Last Day of a Good Woman
Finally, he knew the world was going to end.
Darkness seeped in around the little Quonset.
The form of the habit she had become still drove him to one side of the bed.
Pennies, Off a Dead Man’s Eyes
It was a slow freight in from Kansas City.