“I am he that buries his friends alive and drowns them and draws them alive again from the water. I came from the end of a bag, but no bag went over me.”

Short cuts make long delays.

He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.

Where there’s life there’s hope.

You can only come to the morning through the shadows.

It is useless to meet revenge with revenge; it will heal nothing.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.

How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.

You have nice manners for a thief and a liar, said the dragon.

I warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge.

But in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass.

I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.

Advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill.

Don’t adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on on the story.

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost.

I was totally alive when I wrote this because by coincidence someone just said your name.

I don’t believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of being alive.

We’re so engaged in doing things to achieve purposes of outer value that we forget the inner value, the rapture that is associated with being alive, is what it is all about.

It makes me sad when I see artists who come alive when they go onstage, because, gee, I really come alive when I’m home.

To be alive is to be broken; to be broken is to stand in need of grace.

And perhaps the greatest paradox of all is how we stand here, fully wounded yet never more alive.

The things that made me feel dead, made me feel alive again.

And I am still alive-what though, my damnation is eternal. A man who deliberately mutilates himself is truly damned, is he not? I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am.