The Last Words Of Twenty Eight Famous Authors

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Ernest Hemingway
"Goodnight my kitten"

Jane Austen
"I want nothing but death"

J.M Barrie
"I can't sleep"

Frank Baum
"Now I can cross the shifting sands"

Edgar Allan Poe
"Lord help my poor soul"

Thomas Hobbes
"I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark,"

Alfred Jarry
"I am dying...please bring me a toothpick"

Hunter s. Thompson
"Relax — this wont hurt"

Henrik Ibsen
"On the contrary!"

Anton Chekhov
"I haven't had champagne for a long time"

Mark Twain
"Good bye. If we meet—"

Louisa May Alcott
"Is it not meningitis?"

Jean Cocteau
"Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me without hurrying."

Washington Irving
"I have to set my pillows one more night, when will this end already?"

Leo Tolstoy
"But the peasants...how do the peasants die?"

Hans Christian Andersen
"Don't ask me how I am! I understand nothing more."

Charles Dickens
"On the ground!"

H.G Wells
"Go away! I'm all right."

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
"More light."

W.C Fields
"Goddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!"

Voltaire
"Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies."

Dylan Thomas
"I've had 18 straight whiskies... I think that's the record."

George Bernard Shaw
"Dying is easy, comedy is hard."

Henry David Thoreau
"Moose...Indian."

James Joyce
"Does nobody understand?"

Oscar Wilde
"Either the wallpaper goes, or I do."

Bob Hope
"Surprise me."

Roald Dahl
Commonly believe to be "You know, I'm not frightened. It's just that I will miss you all so much!" But his real last words were a whispered "ow, fuck."

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