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It's The Confederacy of Dunces, by John Kennedy Toole.
I'm going for an easy one, a famous last line. However, not having been an adolescent girl may hurt the regulars.
"I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth."
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