Bilbo Baggins was standing at his door after breakfast smoking an enormous long wooden pipe that reached nearly down to his woolly toes (neatly brushed)—Gandalf came by.

Why O why did I ever leave my hobbit-hole?" said poor Mr. Baggins, bumping up and down on Bombur's back.

Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars, not if you care for such things.

My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.

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

Of the twelve companions of Thorin, ten remained. Fili and Kili had fallen defending him with shield and body, for he was their mother’s elder brother.

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.

It seemed like all the way to tomorrow and over it to the days beyond.

This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected.

I may be a burglar...but I'm an honest one, I hope, more or less.

The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.

Don't worry— you see, to some you are magic.

When we consider that women are treated as property it is degrading to women that we should treat our children as property to be disposed of as we see fit.

The Bible says that our core problem, the fundamental reason we do what we do, is sin.

Lamon, that speech won't scour. It is a flat failure and the people are disappointed.

I've made 30 movies and for the most part my movies work. In a business where success is an exception and not the rule, I've mostly been successful.

When people discuss religion, it is a pity that they often become excited and argue. We should merely listen, as one does on a dark night; we should merely gaze at the stars.

Everyone thinks Angelina Jolie was the first celebrity baby hoarder, but she wasn't. Before Angelina there was Mia Farrow. Mia had an entire farm full of children. I think she got them at Costco.

I think that sometimes fans or supporters say "I love this artist" but they may not realize that he loves them back.

It is not enough to be exceptionally mad, licentious and fanatical in order to win a great reputation; it is still necessary to arrive on the scene at the right time.