Closing Lines of Literature

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Can you name the Closing Lines of Novels and Short Stories?

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They are the magi.
...a tanker, small and neat...against the blue sea, hugging the reef...to keep from wasting fuel against the stream.
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.
Because if it's a girl, Laila has already named her.
But so long as it is there it will seek its own way out, heedless of the will that is within me.
He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.
David Lawson continued to take short breaths and despite paroxysms of choking cried out until his voice was but a whisper: 'I...am...a...human...being.'
But we must cultivate our garden.
'Tis
God, I wish you could've been there.
This enemy who never attacked that way - if he ever attacked at all, if he was indeed the enemy.
He turned away to give them time to pull themselves together, and waited, allowing his eyes to rest on the trim cruiser in the distance
Nobody ever launched a better rocket than you.
Closing LineNovel or StoryAuthor
All right, honey - go on down. I be down directly.
For half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat?
So thanks to all at once and to each one, Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.
The old man was dreaming about the lions.
Here, I'll reach the squeezer down to you.
...the deep and dank tan at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the 'House of Usher.'
But the goddess still kept Mentor's build and voice
The three of us sat at a table, and it seemed as though six people were missing.
I ran with the wind blowing in my face, and a smile as wide as the Valley of Panjsher on my lips. I ran.
A whiskered old man, with a linen cap and a crooker nose...to share his part of the secret of heaven...and the world is full of stories, but all the stories are one.
And it was like a confirmation of their new dreams and excellent intentions that at the end of their journey their daughter sprang to her feet first and stretched her young body.
Now what the hell ya suppose is eatin' them two guys?
So call the fields to rest, and let's away - To part the glories of this happy day

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