When he heard there was nothing to eat, he sat down and wept… “Why did I ever wake up!” he cried.

Time doesn't seem to pass here: it just is.

The burned hand teaches best. After that, advice about fire goes to the heart.

Instead of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair!

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

The Resurrection is the eucatastrophe of the story of the Incarnation - This story begins and ends in joy.

Farewell," they cried, "Wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at the journey's end!" That is the polite thing to say among eagles. "May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks," answered Gandalf, who knew the correct reply.