...the landscape inside Lord of the Rings was so stunning and so stupendous that it could be absorbed as a form of nourishment.

Pretend to be mad and talk a lot. Then — and this is the important bit — do nothing at all until you absolutely have to and then make sure everyone dies.

Apart from the faint odor of ink that pervaded the scene, it might have been real.

For every expert there is an equal and opposite expert.

If it weren't for greed, intolerance, hate, passion and murder, you would have no works of art, no great buildings, no medical science, no Mozart, no Van Gough, no Muppets and no Louis Armstrong.

Mr. McGregor's a nasty piece of work, isn't he? Quite the Darth Vader of children's literature.

Love and magic are like oil and water--they just don't mix.