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  1. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.
    A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway
  2. And it always, at the end, came back to the same place again.
    The Stand by Stephen King
  3. He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in the darkness and distance.
    Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
  4. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.
    Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
  5. But in the world according to Garp, we are all terminal cases.
    The World According To Garp by John Irving
  6. Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
    The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
  7. So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
    The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
  8. "Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"
    The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway