“For even the very wise cannot see all ends.”

And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many.

It’s the job that’s never started as takes longest to finish.

May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.

I was talking aloud to myself. A habit of the old: they choose the wisest person present to speak to

For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

Come, Mr. Frodo!’ he cried. ‘I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you.

Some who have read the book, or at any rate have reviewed it, have found it boring, absurd, or contemptible, and I have no cause to complain, since I have similar opinions of their works, or of the kinds of writing that they evidently prefer.

It is perilous to study too deeply the arts of the Enemy, for good or for ill.

I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.

It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.

I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

I come from under the hill, and under the hills and over the hills my paths led. And through the air, I am he that walks unseen.

There are no safe paths in this part of the world. Remember you are over the Edge of the Wild now, and in for all sorts of fun wherever you go.

Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.

Fair speech may hide a foul heart.

Never laugh at live dragons.

I’ve been in scenarios as an actor where you have to manufacture an emotion that’s not really there, but it wasn’t hard with Halle because she’s a great person and very beautiful, so it ain’t a tough job at the end of the day.

I only remember the end of my dreams, like waking up at a steering wheel, or falling.

It’s very hard to play a hyperactive character all the time, I try my best, but I end up collapsing at the end of the day.

You spend your whole life convincing yourself you are a chapter worth following, and then someone comes along and doesn’t want to read the ending, and suddenly the whole story falls apart.

The best content is the means, not the end.

The thing about acting is that it’s fairly random. At the end of the day you take what drifts past you or what’s given to you.

So everything lets us down, including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes, said the voice, but cheer up, it’s fun in the end.

I suggest just Good and Bad at the end of the term on report cards. Or maybe nothing. Frank Allen