18 of my favourite last lines in books
Are there any questions?
~Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (1986)
You will have to learn everything all over again.
~Jay McInerney, Bright Lights, Big City (1984)
The old man was dreaming about the lions.
~Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea (1952)
No matter where I went, my compass pointed west. I would always know what time it was in California.
~Janet Fitch, White Oleander (1999)
The following morning, Mrs Miller stared at the girl in horror. Mary’s hair had turned silver in the night.
~Ian Rankin, Black & Blue (1997)
Mist swirled and smoked, rose from a pool of such clarity that she looked as if she were swimming in air.
~Nicholas Hogg, The Hummingbird & The Bear (2011)
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
~F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925)
The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
~George Orwell, Animal Farm (1945)
These were history’s gifts to my family - and if the resources of that grocer, the fruits of those riots, the possibilities of theat culture, and the privileges of that skin tone had extended to others, how many more would now live a life of fulfillment, in a beautiful house high on a hill?
~Malcolm Gladwell, Outliers (2008)
“Oh, don’t worry,” said the man of the world, “I’ll be back.”
~Tom Wolfe, A Man in Full (1998)
It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.~E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web (1952)
This is not an exit.
~Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho (1991)
He loved Big Brother.
~George Orwell, 1984 (1949)
“All that is very well,” answered Candide, “but let us cultivate our garden.”
~Voltaire, Candide (1759)
But I can rest only for a moment, for with freedom come responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not yet ended.
~Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom (1994)
Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink. Drink and be filled up.
~Stephen King, On Writing (2000)
Bon courage, bonne chance, and bon appetit.
~Mireille Guiliano, French Women Don’t Get Fat (2005)
Write about promises broken.
Write about the last light of day.
Write about a secret collection.
Write what whispers your name in the night.
Notes drawn from the river
Write about a whole life of madness
This is where I’ve been
~Judy Reeves, A Writer’s Book of Days (2010)
by Amanda Patterson