novels by closing line

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.

"Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"

Oh, my girls, however long you may live, I never can wish you a greater happiness than this.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

After all, tomorrow is another day.

I'm so glad to be at home again!

He loved Big Brother.

He was soon borne away 
by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.

The eyes and faces all turned themselves towards me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room.

Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the right; north, north-east, south-east, south, south-south-west; then paused, and, after a few seconds, turned as unhurriedly back towards the left. South-south-west, south, south-east, east ...

Are there any questions?

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.

It's funny. Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.

"Meet Mrs Bundren," he says.

But you, O my brothers, remember sometimes thy little Alex that was. Amen. And all that cal.