What's the best closing passage/sentence you ever read in a book?

'Look at you. You were a priest of Fener, and now you're a priest of Treach. Both gods of war. Heboric, how many faces do you think the god of war has? Thousands. And in ages past? Tens of thousands? Every damned tribe old man. All different but all the same. Wouldn't surprise me if all the gods are just aspects of one god, and all this fighting is just proof that the one god is insane.'

"Insane?" Heboric was trembling. He could feel his heart hammering away like some ghastly demon at the door to his soul.

'Or maybe just confused. All those bickering worshippers, each one convinced their version is the right one. Imagine getting prayers from ten million believers, not one of them believing the same thing as the one kneeling beside him or her. Imagine all those holy books, not one of them agreeing on anything, yet all of them purporting to be the word of that one god. Imagine two armies annihilating each other, both in that gods name. Who wouldn't be driven mad by all that?'

"Well" cutter said into the silence that followed scillara's diatribe, "the tea's ready."

*Book 6 of the Malazan Book of the Fallen - The Bonehunters by Steven Erikson

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