When you spend your whole life writing, it seems natural to make your last words count, but that’s not always the case. Check out these last words from famous writers, with some being more poetic than others.

Emily Dickinson: “I must go in, the fog is rising.”
Edgar Allan Poe: “Lord help my poor soul.”
J.M. Barrie: “I can’t sleep.”
Leo Tolstoy: “But the peasants...how do the peasants die?”
Herman Melville: “God bless Captain Vere!”
Jane Austen (in response to her sister asking what her wish is): “I want nothing but death.”
Lewis Carroll: “Take away these pillows, I won’t need them any longer.”
James Joyce: “Does nobody understand?”
Hans Christian Andersen: “Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.”

Some haunting, some arbitrary, but all memorable. Who’s your favorite writer? Do you know their last words?