| Last Line | Novel |
| Are there any questions? | |
| I don't hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark; I don't. I don't! I don't hate it! I don't hate it! | |
| So we beat on, against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past | |
| He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning | |
| He was soon borne sway by the waves and lost in the darkness and distance. | |
| 'Tomorrow, I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.' | |
| 'Yes,' I said. 'Isn't it pretty to think so?' | |
| One bird said to Billy Pilgrim, 'Poo-tee-weet?' | |
| Ah:runs. Runs. | |
| The knife came down, missing him by inches, and he took off. | |