If you're going to have a complicated story you must work to a map; otherwise you'll never make a map of it afterwards.

And now leave me in peace for a bit! I don't want to answer a string of questions while I am eating. I want to think!" "Good Heavens!" said Pippin. "At breakfast?

There was a fire in the wide hearth before them, and it was burning with a sweet smell, as if it were built of apple-wood.

After all, I believe that legends and myths are largely made of 'truth', and indeed present aspects of it that can only be received in this mode; and long ago certain truths and modes of this kind were discovered and must always reappear.

People remember Longfellow wrote Hiawatha, quite forget he was a Professor of Modern Languages!

And amid all the splendours of the World, its vast halls and spaces, and its wheeling fires, Ilúvatar chose a place for their habitation in the Deeps of Time and in the midst of the innumerable stars.

Their horses were of great stature, strong and clean-limbed; their gray coats glistened, their long tails flowed in the wind, their manes were braided on their proud necks.