Then the voices of the Ainur, like unto harps and lutes, and pipes and trumpets, and viols and organs, and like unto countless choirs singing with words, began to fashipn the theme of Iluvatar to a great music; and a sound arose of endless interchanging melodies woven in harmony that passed beyond hearing into the depths and into the heights, and the places of the dwelling of Iluvatar were filled to overflowing, and the music and the echo of the music went out into the Void, and it was not void.

Truly songs and tales fall utterly short of the reality, O Smaug the Chiefest and greatest of Calamities.

You may not like my burglar, but please don't damage him.

To be a cult figure in one's own lifetime is most unpleasant.

I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone.

There was some murmuring, but also some grins on the faces of the men looking on: the sight of their Captain sitting on the ground and eye to eye with a young hobbit, legs well apart, bristling with wrath, was one beyond their experience.

Valour needs first strength, then a weapon.