I hate posting with nothing to say, though, so here's something: interesting lines with which to begin a novel.
The shovel was heavy, but my heart was heavier still.
Some things are better left unspoken, but these are things which rarely are.
I can still remember the way the headlights played across the surface of the lake that night -- sharp, discontinuous, and cold.
Never underestimate your family's ability to ignore that which they don't want to see.
The water warmed, and darkened to a deep, opaque red.
