If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know where I was born… J.D.Salinger Catcher in the Rye

It was a pleasure to burn. Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything wrong, he was arrested. Franz Kafka, The Trial

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

You don’t know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, but that ain’t no matter. Mark Twain, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. George Orwell, 1984

All this happened, more or less. Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York. Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

It was love at first sight. Joseph Heller, Catch-22

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and razor lay crossed. James Joyce, Ulysses