And thou, Melkor, shalt see that no theme may be played that hath not its uttermost source in me, nor can any alter the music in my despite. For he that attempteth this shall prove but mine instrument in the devising of things more wonderful, which he himself hath not imagined.

Fool of a Took!" he growled. "This is a serious journey, not a hobbit walking-party. Throw yourself in next time, and then you will be no further nuisance.

I'm in a position where it doesn't matter what people think of me now.

Each of us embodies, in a particular tale and clothed in the garments of time & place, universal truth and everlasting life.

It needs but one foe to breed a war, and those who have not swords can still die upon them.

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

I wish life was not so short. Languages take such a time, and so do all the things one wants to know about.