Far over misty mountains coldTo dungeons deep and caverns oldWe must away, ere break of day, To find our long-forgotten gold.

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.

Never forget to give. If you have nothing to give, then give your love and kindness.

It's fun when you start a movie, because it's kind of like you get to go Christmas shopping... you get to make your wish list and you start thinking about what each character needs.

I believe in forgiveness.

When I see these primitive effects coming into my pictures subconsciously, even though the perspective may be slightly out, I leave them in if it helps the general composition.

The world cracks open for those willing to take a risk.

Living in London is like being on a luxury cruise liner.

This is a bond nothing can ever loosen. What I have lost: what I possess forever.

I think that by arming the allies of ISIS, the Islamic rebels against [Bashar] Assad, that we created a safe space or made that space bigger for ISIS to grow.

In the military, as in any organization, giving the order might be the easiest part. Execution is the real game.

Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it.