Last Lines

I hope, one day, we meet again

Do you know where we're going next? I asked ART.

Elzeard Bouffier died peacefully in 1947 at the hospice in Banon.

For in the end, he was trying to tell us that what afflicted the people in Brave New World was not that they were laughing instead of thinking, but that they did not know what they were laughing about and why they had stopped thinking.

Alex Rider was back.

In the distance, I hear the crash of ocean waves.

The Past is Red, Catherynne M Valente

“All that is very well,” said Candide, “but let us cultivate our garden.”

He lowered his head, his breath whispering against my cheek and I knew he was smiling.

Val sighed, and put her face in her hand. ‘Tell me about it.’

And once in a while, the people of Faerie benefit from a little mortal pragmatism.

An echo is often more beautiful than the voice it repeats.

I lifted up the arm and, as the disc began to move, carefully brought the needle down upon its surface, and the revolution began.