The treacherous are ever distrustful.

I do not believe this darkness will endure.

Nobody believes me when I say that my long book is an attempt to create a world in which a form of language agreeable to my personal aesthetic might seem real. But it is true.

Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?

To think I should have lived to be goodmorninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!

American English is essentially English after having been wiped off with a dirty sponge.

The Nazgul they were; the Ringwraiths, the Enemy's most terribly servants; darkness went with them and they cried with the voices of death.