“…Maria would be delighted.”

Those last words of Collins’ were still running through Hornblower’s mind. He would have to leave the Hotspur; he would have to say good-bye to Bush and all the others, and the prospect brought a sadness that quite took the edge off the elation that he felt. Of course he would have to leave her; Hotspur was too small to constitute a command for a post captain. He would have to wait for another command; as the junior captain on the list, he would probably receive the smallest and least important sixth-rate in the navy. But for all that he was a captain. Maria would be delighted.

C.S. Forester, Hornblower and the “Hotspur” (last line)

“…History will call us wives.”

“Think on it, Chani: that princess will have the name, yet she’ll live as less than a concubine—never to know a moment of tenderness from the man to whom she’s bound. While we, Chani, we who carry the name of concubine—history will call us wives.”

Frank Herbert, Dune (last line)

“Great, green, saurian things…”

The Hegemony Consul sat on the balcony of his ebony spaceship and played Rachmaninoff’s Prelude in C-sharp Minor on an ancient but well-maintained Steinway while great, green, saurian things surged and bellowed in the swamps below.

Hyperion by Dan Simmons (first line)

“Every age seems to spawn a leader…”

Every age fraught with discord and danger seems to spawn a leader meant only for that age, a political giant whose absence, in retrospect, seems inconceivable when the history of that age is written. —Dan Simmons, The Fall of Hyperion.

“What is a year?”

A year? What is a year? All time is relative. One day may be a lifetime, a year can be forever. It is not the number of days, but what goes into those days. —Louis L’Amour, The Warrior’s Path.