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

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.

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.

please don't cook me, kind sirs! I am a good cook myself, and cook better than I cook, if you see what I mean.

...Mrs. Percy understood that staying beautiful all day long is the most important aspect of being married...

Dull minds are never either intuitive or mathematical.

Women are just beginning to see that there's something about being a woman that's innately different from being a man. I love what I'm seeing take place and I know Julia has so much to offer.

A young lady's most natural ally is her sister although sometimes our own relatives are as inscrutable to us as an antipodean.

All which isn't singing is mere talking... and all talking's to oneself alone but the very song of (as mountains feel and lovers) singing is silence.

We intersect. He says he thanks every star that we existed on the same celestial plain. But here we are on earth, dirty, well used, a man-made throughway for intersecting dreams.

Some major churches overemphasize the importance of preaching as a means to increase membership and fail to reach out with compassion to their neighbors in need.

The thing that makes you know that Vernon Ward is a good painter is if you look at his ducks, you can see the eyes follow you around the room.

Art of all periods teaches us that humanity changes, and that a period, once past, never returns.

I'm a total hip-hop geek. That's my favorite kind of music to listen to while getting ready.