Occupation: Writer Birth: January 3, 1892 Death: September 2, 1973
If you sit on the doorstep long enough, I daresay you will think of something.
Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow, Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow. None has ever caught him yet, for Tom, he is the Master: His….
Of course, it is likely enough, my friends,' he said slowly, 'likely enough that we are going to our doom: the last march of the Ents. But if we stay….
A friend of mine tells that I talk in shorthand and then smudge it..
I would have things as they were in all the days of my life, and in the days of my longfathers before me: to be the Lord of this City in peace, and l….
I am dreading the publication, for it will be impossible not to mind what is said. I have exposed my heart to be shot at..
It [discovering Finnish] was like discovering a wine-cellar filled with bottles of amazing wine of a kind and flavour never tasted before. It quite i….
Elves and Dragons! Cabbages and potatoes are better for me and you. Don't go getting mixed up in the business of your betters, or you'll land in trou….
False hopes are more dangerous than fears..
I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone..
All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But... I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or de….
Evidently we look so much alike that your desire to make an incurable dent in my hat must be excused..
Green are the leaves I leave in Mirkwood..
Look, up at the sky. There is a light, a beauty up there, that no shadow can touch.
I am old, Gandalf. I don't look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed! Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretch….
I warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge..
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 brothe….
And if Sam considered himself lucky, Frodo knew he was more lucky himself; for there was not a hobbit in the Shire that was looked after with such ca….
That was the most awkward Wednesday he ever remembered..
Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisoned by the enemy, don't we consider it his duty to escape?.
Their 'magic' is Art, delivered from many of its human limitations..