Famous last words

In my manuscript currently with my agent there is a quote from the death bed of Albert Einstein. Along the lines of it being his time. It was poignant, but they were not his last words. His last words were in German – whispered into the ear of a nurse who spoke only English.

They could have been the answer to our existence – or they could have been like these last words spoken by famous writers:

 Is it not meningitis?
- Louisa M. Alcott (pictured), d. 1888

I can’t sleep.
- James M. Barrie, d. 1937

Go away. I’m all right.
- H. G. Wells, d. 1946

Good-bye… why am I hemorrhaging?
- Boris Pasternak, d. 1959

Does nobody understand?
- James Joyce, d. 1941

I did find a couple with comedic timing:

Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.
- Walter De La Mare, d. 1956

Either that wallpaper goes, or I do.
- Oscar Wilde, d. November 30, 1900

And then there were the tragic:

Turn up the lights, I don’t want to go home in the dark.
- O. Henry (William Sidney Porter), d. June 4, 1910

Nothing, but death.
When asked by her sister, Cassandra, if there was anything she wanted.
- Jane Austen, d. July 18, 1817

I must go in, the fog is rising.
- Emily Dickinson, d. 1886

But I will leave you with this gem:

Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.
- Lord George Byron, d. 1824