What's your opening line/sentence?

Do you guys find it hard to start writing? What's your novel's opening line/sentence? Do you guys bother writing a catchy opening to hook your readers? And anyone guilty of using purple prose? :D

The first line of my novel is... "What wakes us up?"

What's yours? :)

"The problem with living forever is that she had not realized just how many times she had to die in the process."

"The wheels turned infinitely, the regular ticking of the united parts like the heartbeat of the universe itself."

Now that I think about it, I have to change a word or two. Hmm. :3

"In the morning of the twenty-seventh day of May, Anna got out of her mom's car and gazed up at her new home for the next eight to nine months."

"Dying is easy. Resurrection though can be a real bitch."

"The sunlight touched the tip of Lumawig’s tail, its heat a welcome comfort as he struggles through the second consecutive day of their ongoing wrestling match."

"He had traveled many miles, traversed many a millennia — and it had all brought him here."

"The dawn air is filled with a lingering scent of blood spilt on a moist ground. Corpses scatter in what was once a thriving community of peaceful men. It is a site of a brutal massacre, a blood drive, commanded by a conquest minded leader. As the sun slowly burns the night sky the horde savors their victory."

"He lifts a screwdriver that he was using on Tala's machine arm like a flag of surrender, and somehow it managed to stir something deep within the mechanical gears of her heart."

"Math class."

I have such a difficult time working on opening sentences. When midnight struck on November first, though, I was just like, "GOGOGO!" and, well, here it is:

"If the City was, by night, shrouded in mist and smog, making the night sky a pale reflection of what it normally was, by day it was a twisting labyrinth wet by rain and bird droppings."

"If it sounds ridiculous, then it's probably a good idea."

Cynallar stood on the path to the outside, and as walls were raised by magic next to him, he wondered whether he was a fool.

Two men came, one very thin and the other very fat, with pumpkins for heads.

I like opening up my stories with quotes.

Ex.
Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened.
-Winston Churchill

But that's like italicized above the actual story.
My real opening line is
It was six o'clock in the morning when Chase's alarm rung.

Even the dead regret.

I’ve always wondered what it’s like to fly, to let the breeze carry me somewhere else, to bring me to a place without cameras, without sentinels, without a society-approved schedule, without timed-breakfast/timed-lunch/timed-dinner.

All I can remember was that it was raining that night, which was unusual since it rarely rains during the hot season.

It was as if every grain of rice counted.

“Hello, I just got here in Venice. I’ll take the train to Lucca and be there around seven.” Helen says on her mobile phone. The person on the other end agrees and ends the call.