Last Lines

Some books have unforgettable First Lines - others have unbeatable endings... (And some have both, with some pretty impressive stuff in between.)

He was glad that God had decided to bless his wives with fertility, now that he had been baptised a Christian. The name of the child, he decided, should be Aeroplane. His wife, he thought, would never be able to pronounce such a difficult word; but educated people would know, and understand.

(Elspeth Huxley: Red Strangers)

El coronel necesitó setenta y cinco años – los setenta y cinco años de su vida, minuto a minuto – para llegar a ese instante. Se sintió puro, explícito, invencible, en el momento de responder:
– Mierda.

(Gabriel García Márquez: El coronel no tiene quien le escriba)

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead, and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

(Thornton Wilder: The Bridge of San Luis Rey)

Terminó la antigua historia romántica del río… No queda nada de lo que antes viera el agua… La historia está quieta… Pero todavía el viejo y solemne Duero sueña y ve combatiendo borrosamente a las grandes figuras de su romance.

(Federico García Lorca: Impresiones y paisajes)