You have been chosen, and you must therefore use such strength and heart and wits as you have.

The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it's no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won't come.

Don't put a lump of rock under my elbow again!

Love not too well the work of thy hands and the devices of thy heart; and remember that the true hope of the Noldor lieth in the West, and cometh from the Sea.

His rage passes description - the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that have more than they can enjoy suddenly lose something that they have long had but have never before used or wanted.

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

Lazy Lob and crazy Cob are weaving webs to wind me. I am far more sweet than other meat, but still they cannot find me! Here am I, naughty little fly; you are fat and lazy. You cannot trap me, though you try, in your cobwebs crazy.