The Last Words Of 25 Famous Dead Writers
When youâve dedicated your life to words, itâs important to go out eloquently.
Ernest Hemingway: âGoodnight my kitten.â Spoken to his wife before he killed himself.
Jane Austen: âI want nothing but death.â In response to her sister, Cassandra, who was asking her if she wanted anything.
J.M Barrie: âI canât sleep.â
L. Frank Baum: âNow I can cross the shifting sands.â
Edgar Allan Poe: âLord help my poor soul.â
Thomas Hobbes: âI am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark,â
Alfred Jarry: âI am dyingâŚplease, bring me a toothpick.â
Hunter S. Thompson: âRelax â this wonât hurt.â
Henrik Ibsen: âOn the contrary!â
Anton Chekhov: âI havenât had champagne for a long time.â
Mark Twain: âGood bye. If we meetââ Spoken to his daughter Clara.
Louisa May Alcott: âIs it not meningitis?â Alcott did not have meningitis, though she believed it to be so. She died from mercury poison.
Jean Cocteau: âSince the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.â
Washington Irving: âI have to set my pillows one more night, when will this end already?â
Leo Tolstoy: âBut the peasantsâŚhow do the peasants die?â
Hans Christian Andersen: âDonât ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.â
Charles Dickens: âOn the ground!â He suffered a stroke outside his home and was asking to be laid on the ground.
H.G. Wells: âGo away! Iâm all right.â He didnât know he was dying.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: âMore light.â
W.C. Fields: âGoddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!â âCarlottaâ was Carlotta Monti, actress and his mistress.
Voltaire: âNow, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies.â When asked by a priest to renounce Satan.
Dylan Thomas: âIâve had 18 straight whiskiesâŚI think thatâs the record.â
George Bernard Shaw: âDying is easy, comedy is hard.â
Henry David Thoreau: âMooseâŚIndian.â
James Joyce: âDoes nobody understand?â
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