“If he has a last thought, if there is time for a last thought, it will simply be, So this is what a last thought is like.”
“No," said Arthur, "no," he added thoughtfully. "No," he added again, even more thoughtfully. "What?" he said at last.”
“What it must feel like, I thought, to look at something, anything really, and know that it’s for the last time?”
“When was the last time you had a thought that wasn't put there by THEM?”
“How would it be after the last sentence? The last sentence he had always feared and from the middle of a book, he had always been tormented by the thought that there would inevitably be a last sentence.”
“My last coherent thought, as Lucas took his time kissing and touching every part of me he could reach and my body arched into his, was: oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.”