Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?

Eastward the dawn rose, ridge behind ridge into the morning, and vanished out of eyesight into guess; it was no more than a glimmer blending with the hem of the sky, but it spoke to them, out of the memory and old tales, of the high and distant mountains.

Far over misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To find our long-forgotten gold.

I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

Yes, I am here. And you are lucky to be here too after all the absurd things you've done since you left home.

What did I tell you, Mr. Pippin?' said Sam, sheathing his sword. 'Wolves won't get him. That was an eye-opener, and no mistake! Nearly singed the hair off my head!

There are some things that it is better to begin than to refuse, even though the end may be dark.