It is no bad thing celebrating a simple life.

Far, far below the deepest delvings of the dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things.

I should have said Welsh has always attracted me. By its style and sound more than any other, ever though I first only saw it on coal trucks, I always wanted to know what it was about.

The Lord of the Rings is of course a fundamentally religious and Catholic work; unconsciously so at first, but consciously in the revision.

To be a cult figure in one's own lifetime is most unpleasant.

This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountain down.

Fair speech may hide a foul heart.