The war made me poignantly aware of the beauty of the world.

What do you fear, lady?' he asked. 'A cage,' she said.

Where there's life there's hope, and need of vittles.

For the less even as for the greater there is some deed that he may accomplish but once only; and in that deed his heart shall rest.

Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath, now for ruin, and the red dawn. Forth, Eorlingas!

There cannot be any 'story' without a fall - all stories are ultimately about the fall - at least not for human minds as we know them and have them.

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