Thank you, Sam," he said in a cracked whisper. "How far is there to go?" I don't know," said Sam, "because I don't know where we're going.

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.

Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars, not if you care for such things.

Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?

Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.

I am dreading the publication, for it will be impossible not to mind what is said. I have exposed my heart to be shot at.

And she looked at him and saw the grave tenderness in his eyes, and yet knew, for she was bred among men of war, that here was one whom no Rider of the Mark could outmatch in battle.