Some First Lines from James Sadler

My lovely wife, upon reading my "Sex and Writing" post, picked up not one but two James Salter books for me. Can't wait to see if they live up to the hype. They are:
A Sport and a Pasttime

September. It seems these luminous days will never end. The city, which was almost empty during August, now is filling up again. It is being replenished. The restaurants are all reopening, the shops.

First lines of "Am Strande von Tangier," the first story in the short story collection Dusk:

Barcelona at dawn. The hotels are dark. All the great avenues are pointing to the sea. ... Malcolm is asleep. His steel-rimmed glasses which he does not need—there is no prescription in them—lie open on the table. He sleeps on his back and his nose rides the dream world like a keel. This nose, his mother’s nose of at least a replica of his mother’s, is like a theatrical device, a strange decoration that has been pasted on his face. It is the first thing that one notices about him. It is the first thing one likes. The nose in a sense is a mark of commitment to life. It is a large nose which cannot be hidden. In addition, his teeth are bad.