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Well, I'm pretty sure I know what it is (I pm'ed you), but I had to google it... if nobody else can guess it, maybe you should just try an other quote? or give a few clues.... I'd never heard of it, or the author.
And what manner of jackassery must we put up with today? ~ Danae, Non Sequitur
Well, the quote was from Silent Spring by Rachel Carson. I hope at least a few people would have heard of the book - maybe I shouldn't have assumed anyone would have read it, though. I liked it, but it's not light reading.
Okay, we'll try with a new quote:
I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice - not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God.
spiphany wrote:Well, the quote was from Silent Spring by Rachel Carson. I hope at least a few people would have heard of the book - maybe I shouldn't have assumed anyone would have read it, though. I liked it, but it's not light reading.
Okay, we'll try with a new quote:
I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice - not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God.
Edge wrote:That's 'Fear & Loathing In Las Vegas', by Hunter Thompson.
Yup. So now I add a Sherlock point?
Correct. You owe Edge a Sherlock, spiphany owes you a Sherlock (if she hasn't already added it), and now it is Edge's turn to pose a new "first line" puzzler.
Twenty-three stories up and all I could see out the windows was grey smog. They could call it the City of Angels if they wanted to, but if there were angels out there, they were flying blind.
It's a metaphor of human bloody existence, a dragon. And if that wasn't bad enough, it's also a bloody great hot flying thing.
No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.
War of the Worlds, H G Wells?
"I'm the family radical. The rest are terribly stuffy. Aside from Aunt - she's just odd."
In the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go through the course prescribed for surgeons in the Army
"I'm the family radical. The rest are terribly stuffy. Aside from Aunt - she's just odd."
My sincere apologies - I completely forgot I was supposed to post the next one
Much belatedly, here is a classic quote. I will expand as it becomes necessary.
The primroses were over. Towards the edge of the wood, where the ground became open and sloped down to an old fence and a brambly ditch beyond, only a few faded patches of yellow showed among the dog's mercury and oak tree roots
My sincere apologies - I completely forgot I was supposed to post the next one 
bought it for my kids (after they'd seen the rather traumatic film...)