Last Lines

Words in my life that spelt the end

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Jonathan Abernathy You Are Kind, Molly McGhee

I hope, one day, we meet again

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System Collapse, Martha Wells

Do you know where we're going next? I asked ART.

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The Man Who Planted Trees, Jean Giono

Elzeard Bouffier died peacefully in 1947 at the hospice in Banon.

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Amusing Ourselves to Death, Neil Postman

For in the end, he was trying to tell us that what afflicted the people in Brave New World was not that they were laughing instead of thinking, but that they did not know what they were laughing about and why they had stopped thinking.

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Ark Angel, Anthony Horowitz

Alex Rider was back.

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The Lost, Sarah Beth Durst

In the distance, I hear the crash of ocean waves.

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"Not ever."

The Past is Red, Catherynne M Valente

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To say I've missed a few books is an understatement... but let this sun-baked and random Wednesday in early spring act as a new beginning.

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Candide, Voltaire

“All that is very well,” said Candide, “but let us cultivate our garden.”

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Bound, Kirsten Weiss

He lowered his head, his breath whispering against my cheek and I knew he was smiling.

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The Road to Farringale, Charlotte E English

Val sighed, and put her face in her hand. ‘Tell me about it.’

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Faerie Fruit, Charlotte E English

And once in a while, the people of Faerie benefit from a little mortal pragmatism.

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Miscellaneous Aphorisms, Oscar Wilde

An echo is often more beautiful than the voice it repeats.

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Diary of a Somebody, Brian Bilston

I lifted up the arm and, as the disc began to move, carefully brought the needle down upon its surface, and the revolution began.