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Eugene O'Neill consistently came up with the loveliest titles of any playwright I can think of. 

• All God's Chillun Got Wings
• Lazarus Laughed
• Strange Interlude
• Mourning Becomes Electra
• Ah, Wilderness!
• The Iceman Cometh
• Long Day's Journey Into Night
• A Moon for the Misbegotten

 

Paul Simon has written some of the loveliest first lines of songs of any songwriter I can think of. The rapid-fire complete-sentence sing-speak of his Graceland album is particularly notable. Here are all the opening lines from that album:

• It was a slow day and the sun was beating on the soldiers by the side of the road. There was a bright light, a shattering of shop windows. The bomb in the baby carriage was wired to the radio.
• The Mississippi Delta was shining like a National guitar.
• She looked me over and I guess she thought I was all right - all right in a sort of a limited way for an off-night.
• I was having this discussion in a taxi heading downtown, rearranging my position on this friend of mine who had a little bit of a breakdown. I said, "Breakdowns come and breakdowns go. So what are you going to do about it? That’s what I’d like to know."
• She’s a rich girl, she don’t try to hide it - diamonds on the soles of her shoes. He’s a poor boy, empty as a pocket. Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose.
• A man walks down the street, he says, "Why am I soft in the middle now? Why am I soft in the middle? The rest of my life is so hard."
• Joseph’s face was black as night; the pale yellow moon shown in his eyes. His path was marked by the stars in the Southern Hemisphere and he walked his days under African skies.
• Homeless, homeless, moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake.
• Fat Charlie the Archangel sloped into the room. He said, "I have no opinion about this and I have no opinion about that."
• A long time ago, yeah, before you was born, dude, when I was still single and life was great, I held this job as a traveling salesman that kept me moving from state to state.
• Over the mountain, down in the valley, lives a former talk-show host. Everybody knows his name. He says, "There's no doubt about it -
  It was the myth of fingerprints. I've seen them all and, man, they're all the same."