American English is essentially English after having been wiped off with a dirty sponge.

I stand in Minas Anor, the Tower of the Sun; and behold! the Shadow has departed! I will be a Shieldmaiden no longer, nor vie with the great Riders, nor take joy only in the songs of slaying. I will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.

It is mine to give to whom I will, like my heart.

Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory

You ought not to be rude to an eagle, when you are only the size of a hobbit, and are up in hid eyrie at night!

And sometimes you didn't want to know the end… because how could the end be happy?

No language is justly studied merely as an aid to other purposes. It will in fact better serve other purposes, philological or historical, when it is studied for love, for itself.