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.

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.

Consistency in your interest is the actual reason behind every success, and inconsistency is the major cause of failure

Rules meant order. Without them they’d be killing each other. It began with butting in, with parking in disabled spaces, with smoking in elevators. And it ended in murder.

I don't think I'm really a rude person, but now I see myself on television, I think, 'Oh, God, that is a bit strong.' And I wonder if I've always been like that and I haven't been aware of it.

We . . . have to open our mouths and bear testimony.

Were it not for the work of the Holy Spirit there would be no gospel, no faith, no church, no Christianity in the world at all.

The radius vector describes equal areas in equal times.

God cannot save them from fools.

Either things happen for a reason, or they happen for no reason at all. Either one's life is a thread in a glorious tapestry or humanity is just a hopelessly tangled knot.

When you hug someone you want it to be a masterpiece of connection, the way the button on his coat will leave the imprint of a planet in my cheek when I walk away.

I mean, I think we're put here on earth to make your own destiny, to begin with. I don't think there's anything you can do this way or that way to change anything.