Last Lines

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“ Yes, they will trample me underfoot, the numbers marching one two three, four hundred million five hundred six, reducing me to specks of voiceless dust, just as, in all good time, they will trample my son who is not my son, and his son who will not be his, and his who will not be his, until the thousand and first generation, until a thousand and one midnights have bestowed their terrible gifts and a thousand and one children have died, because it is the privilege and the curse of midnight’s children to be both masters and victims of their times, to forsake privacy and be sucked into the annihilating whirlpool of the multitudes, and to be unable to live or die in peace. Midnight’s Children by Salman Rushdie

“ Once, when there were rumours of new burnings, someone scrawled in white paint on the pavement outside my house: Soul Brother. I understand the words; but I feel, brother to what or to whom? I was once a part of the flow, never thinking of myself as a presence. Then I looked in the mirror and decided to be free. All that my freedom has brought me is the knowledge that I have a face and have a body, that I must feed this body and clothe this body for a certain number of years. Then it will be over. V.S. Naipaul, “One Out of Many”

“You were right. I don’t know if life is greater than death, but love was more than either.” Tristan from Tristan and Isolde

“You were right. I don’t know if life is greater than death, but love was more than either.”

Tristan from Tristan and Isolde


“ It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both. Charlotte’s Web by EB White

“ [Aureliano] had already understood that he would never leave … races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.     100 Years of Solitude

“ Harry nodded. He somehow could not find words to tell them what it meant to him, to see them all ranged there, on his side. Instead, he smiled, raised a hand in farewell, turned around and led the way out of the station towards the sunlit street, with Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley hurrying along in his wake Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by JK Rowling

“ Two old men in the meanwhile enjoyed pensions in great prosperity and peace, and with perhaps a superfluity of ale and wine, in Tunstall hamlet. One had been all his life a shipman, and continued to the last to lament his man Tom. The other, who had been a bit of everything, turned in the end towards piety, and made a most religious death under the name of Brother Honestus in the neighbouring abbey. So Lawless had his will, and died a friar. The Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson
“ For now she knew what Shalimar knew: If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it. Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison
“ But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest, a little boy and his Bear will always be playing. The House at Pooh Corner by AA Milne
“ And, grinning broadly at the look of horror on Uncle Vernon’s face, Harry set off toward the station exit, Hedwig rattling along in front of him, for what looked like a much better summer than the last. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by JK Rowling