They lock the yurt and he harnesses himself in, and because the morning is dry and warming, the sun brilliant and sky blue and the path downhill, the man is sure he has never lived a better day.
— Dave Eggers, from “Pull the Sled, Feed the Fire”
We had been careful, and you had left nothing behind.
— Jhumpa Lahiri, from “Going Ashore” in Unaccustomed Earth
And there was light —
— Isaac Asimov, from “The Last Question”
[They both laughed.] Laughed — the Mountains rang with it!
— J. R. R. Tolkien, from”Leaf by Niggle”
He had got to crab apple, when the telephone rang again.
— Vladimir Nabokov, from “Signs and Symbols”
[You have conquered, and I yield. Yet, henceforward art thou also dead - dead to the World, to Heaven and to Hope!] In me didst thou exist - and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou has murdered thyself!
— Edgar Allan Poe, from the short story “William Wilson”