Novel, Last Lines

Hamlet

Go, bid the soldier shoot.

Fahrenheit 451 (Ray Bradbury)

When we reach the city.

Night (Elie Wiesel)

The look in his eyes as he gazed a t me has never left me.

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (Tom Stoppard)

...all this can I truly deliver.

Romeo and Juliet

For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and Romeo.

1984 (George Orwell)

He loved Big Brother.

Frankenstein (Mary Shelley)

He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (Ken Kesey)

I been away a long time.

Huck Finn (Mark Twain)

I been there before.

The Things They Carried (Tim O'Brien)

I'm skimming across the surface of my own history moving fast, riding the melt beneath the blades, doing loops and spins, and when I take a high leap into the dark and come down thirty years later, I realize it is as Tim trying to save Timmy's life with a story.

Catcher in the Rye (J.D. Salinger)

If you do, you start missing everybody.

The Picture of Dorian Gray (Oscar Wilde)

It was not till they had examined the rings that they recognized who it was.

The Scarlet Letter (Nathaniel Hawthorne)

On a field, sable, the letter 'A' gules.

Brave New World

Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the right; north, north-east, east, south-east, south, south-south-west; then paused, and, after a few seconds, turned as unhurriedly back towards the left. South-south-west, south, south-east, east.

Julius Caesar

So call the field to rest; and let's away, To part the glories of this happy day.

The Great Gatsby (F. Scott Fitzgerald)

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Crime and Punishment (Fyodor Dostoevsky)

That might be the subject of a new story, but our present story is ended.