Opening lines

I haven't done an opening lines post for a while, and I've managed to leave Dave Zeltserman's excellent Small Crimes at work changing my plans to write a review. Here are some crackers:

'He knew at once it was a human bone, when he took it from the baby who was sitting on the floor chewing it.' Arnaldur Indridson, Silence of the Grave

'There used to be a writer by the name of Merle Miller, who wrote that people in Hollywood were always touching you - not because they like you, but because they want to see how soft you are before they eat you alive.' Steven Bochco, Death by Hollywood

'The frozen lake and the black vacuum sky and the dead man pleading for the return of his remaining days.' Adrian McKinty, Fifty Grand

'It was the sort of sound you hear in the distance and mistake for something else: a dirty steam barge puffing along the River Spree; the shunting of a slow locomotive underneath the great glass roof of Anhalter Station; the hot, impatient breath of some enormous dragon, as if one of the stone dinosaurs in Berlin's zoo had come to life and was now lumbering up Wilhelmstrasse.' Philip Kerr, If the Dead Rise Not