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

For a while they stood there, like men on the edge of a sleep where nightmare lurks, holding it off, though they know that they can only come to morning through the shadows.

Let us remember that a traitor may betray himself and do good that he does not intend. It can be so, sometimes.

Few there were who could change his courses by counsel. None by force.

A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.

I am rather tired, and no longer young enough to pillage the night to make up for the deficit of hours in the day..." JRR Tolkien, Letter # 174

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.