“I may not have any power over it at the moment, but at some point that must change. I can be very patient. I am the end of all things, nephew mine. I shall be the last. When birth has ended, I wil cut Clotho’s cord, and she will be no more. The time will come when every last thread has been measured, and I will snip Lachesis from the great weave. In the end only Death and I will remain. Then I will cut his thread, and it will be me alone. With my last strength I will close the shears on my own life. I am the end of everything, including you.”

“I’m still looking for someoneWho said they were here for me,And I thought I was once there for you.But when troubles are nearer than friends,And the road comes to an end,What could I do?I wish I could fly away like you.”

“I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me nowis a beginning or an end.”

“Light is somewhere at the End, to guide you not to blind you!”

“This isn’t the end, you know,” he said. “Nothing ever is, nothing ever will be – not even Judgment Day.”

“I believe … I believe that if there was a start to this, then there has to be an end.”

“If any of this ended in an explosion, I hoped it would be one that made us burn brighter, stronger than ever before.”

“I suppose I’ll say it all started with a love letter”

“At dawn of man, many words of inspiration.At the end, there will be words of revelation.”

“From too much love of livingFrom hope and fear set free,We thank with brief thanksgivingWhatever gods may beThat no life lives for ever;That dead men rise up never;That even the weariest riverWinds somewhere safe to sea.Then star nor sun shall waken,Nor any change of light:Nor sound of waters shaken,Nor any sound or sight:Nor wintry leaves nor vernal,Nor days nor things diurnal;Only the sleep eternalIn an eternal night.”

“No book can ever be finished. While working on it we learn just enough to find it immature the moment we turn away from it”

“In her way, she was a hard one. Faith in any sort of natural justice was nothing but a night light; she knew of that. Whatever she did, she would end the same way with everyone does: flat on her back with a tube in her nose, wondering, “Is this all?”

“Why should I fear death?If I am, then death is not.If Death is, then I am not.Why should I fear that which can only exist when I do not?Long time men lay oppressed with slavish fear.Religious tyranny did domineer.At length the mighty one of GreeceBegan to assent the liberty of man.”

“A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.”

“A moment’s beginning ends in a moment”