/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.17305309]

What is your favorite and most memorable ending? What are those final words that you can't get out of your head?

I'll start:

"After all, Player Two was ready."

[Anonymous No.17305382]

>He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.
>After all, he loved big brother

These 2 stuck with me the most

[Anonymous No.17305446]

"So, happier than I had ever dared hoped to be, I dissolved again into that native infinity of crystal oblivion from which the daemon Life had called me for one brief and desolate hour."

[Anonymous No.17306082]

>>17305309
"Everyone was looking up at me and Sub, and I was not sure what I had seen but I knew what we had done."

From Lookout Cartridge. The entire last 20 or 30 pages had me frothing at the mouth. Genuinely one of the greatest novels ever written.

[Anonymous No.17306198]

>>17305309
>Oedipa settled back, to await the crying of lot 49.

[Anonymous No.17306212]

>>17305446
this is surprisingly good, coming from someone who usually doesn't really like Lovecraft's style

[Anonymous No.17306221]

>>17305309
>“I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita.

[Anonymous No.17306231]

probably
"That's when we knew we were no longer little girls, we were little women."

[Anonymous No.17306233]

“Truly, this was The Call of the Crocodile.”

[Anonymous No.17306260]

>At long last, I had become The Great Gatsby!

[Anonymous No.17306279]

>>17305309
And I looked back upon my life, and realised with sadness, that I had finally become The Transgender Industrial Complex, by Scott Howard.

[Anonymous No.17306328]

>>17306231
>>17306233
>>17306260
>>17306279
yawn

[Anonymous No.17306339]

>>17305309
Power, here, failed the deep imagining: but already my desire and will were rolled, like a wheel that is turned, equally, by the Love that moves the Sun and the other stars.

[Anonymous No.17306340]

>“But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.”

[Anonymous No.17306382]

>>17306233
"Hello?" She said, quaking with dread, the tears welling in the corners of her eyes, like waterfalls that don't fall, but rather build up before a large surge follows. "Who are you and where are my children? Where is my husband?
A voice snarled through the phone: "see you in a while... crocodile..."
"Who is this and where

[Anonymous No.17306384]

>At long last, Atlas shrugged. And that’s why you should be allowed to kill your neighbor if they throw some litter in your yard. Just invent your own internet if you don’t like it.

[Anonymous No.17306398]

>>17305309
Now everybody-
For there she was.
Meet mrs bundren.

[Anonymous No.17306456]

>>17306212
I think it came from the heart. I imagine it was written during the hard times in his life, and he was longing for death

[Anonymous No.17306524]

>I finished my drink... the only thing I could afford was a ham on rye.

[Anonymous No.17307621]

>And when he came back to, he was flat on his back on the beach in the freezing sand, and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out.

[Anonymous No.17307700]

>>17305309
"Somewhere in the gray woods is the huntsman and in the brooming corn and in the castellated press of the cities. His work lies all wheres and his hounds tire not. I have seen them in a dream, slaverous and wild and their eyes crazed with a ravening for souls in this world. Fly them"

I did not even have to look it up to write it here.

[Anonymous No.17307876]

Finnegans Wake has maybe the greatest ending of any book, ironically, for having no technical ending

[Anonymous No.17308149]

>And that was when I saw gravity's rainbow.
kino

[Anonymous No.17308695]

>>17305309
>THIS IS NOT AN EXIT

[Anonymous No.17308776]

>>17305309
where did this meme of comically referencing the title in faux ending lines originate from?

[Anonymous No.17309363]

>>17308776
Lot 49

[Anonymous No.17309686]

>>17305309
>Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

[Anonymous No.17309715]

Serious answer but almost every story in Dubliners ends so profoundly that it has to be my favourite book of all time, though I'll probably ending up preferring Ulysses.
>And I was penitent; for in my heart I had always despised him a little.
>Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.
>Her eyes gave him no sign of love or farewell or recognition.
>His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

[Anonymous No.17309789]

> The Judge grinned as he climbed upon his horse. “After all,” he said coyly, “we should have expected nothing less, for anything can happen during the evening redness in the West.”
Gets me every time

[Anonymous No.17309870]

With a sudden, inexplicable feeling of trepidation I lifted the receiver.

At first, my straining ears could make out nothing, until — oh horror! — out of that awful, ominous silence emerged the sound of breathing. This was no product of human lungs, nor indeed could I possibly attribute it to any animal as yet catalogued or imagined by our zoology. It was a ghastly breathing — a wet, slow, sucking, fishy breathing — a blasphemous mockery of all earthly modes of respiration.

Then I heard the click of a replaced receiver.

I fell back into a chair. No longer could I cling to hope, and tell myself that those monstrous and indescribable forces had passed me by. No longer. Not after receiving the call of Cthulhu.

THE END