(Called a meme) from Fate's Thoughts:
Mr. Quincy P. Morris found me alone.
— Bram Stoker, Dracula, 1897
"From planet gnome:
Grab the nearest book.
Open it to page 56.
Find the fifth [full] sentence.
Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
Don’t dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST"
He seemed to be taking refuge in some other time, while his father and the gypsy with shouts interrupted the predictions of Nostradamus amidst a noise of flasks and trays and the disaster of spilled acids and silver bromide that was lost in the twists and turns it gave every instant.
— Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude, 1967; English trans. 1970
I know the instructions do not say whether it is the fifth sentence overall or fifth complete one; I presume complete.