Who are you, Master?' he asked. 'Eh, what?' said Tom sitting up, and his eyes glinting in the gloom. 'Don't you know my name yet? That's the only answer. Tell me, who are you, alone, yourself and nameless?

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

There are older and fouler things than Orcs in the deep places of the world.

Advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill.

Gandalf, dwarves and Mr. Baggins! We are met together in the house of our friend and fellow conspirator, this most excellent and audacious hobbit—may the hair on his toes never fall out!

There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

Don't dip your beard in the foam, Father!" They cried to Thorin. "It is long enough without watering it!