I may be a burglar...but I'm an honest one, I hope, more or less.

Never laugh at live dragons, Bilbo you fool!" he said to himself, and it became a favourite saying of his later, and passed into a proverb. "You aren't nearly through this adventure yet," he added, and that was pretty true as well.

And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.

Time doesn't seem to pass here: it just is.

Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it.

If we all got angry together something might be done.

I have an unsatisfied desire to shoot well with a bow.