The Darkness has begun. There will be no dawn.

I don't feel any guilt complex about The Lord of the Rings.

War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.

If you're going to have a complicated story you must work to a map; otherwise you'll never make a map of it afterwards.

Trolls are slow in the uptake, and mighty suspicious about anything new to them.

The world changes, and all that once was strong now proves unsure.

For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different green.