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"If you would know all there is to know about an American man or woman of the middle class as the millennium nears its end, you would need only to look in his or her medicine cabinet"

"Each year the world Rich lived in felt more and more like a huge electronic haunted house in which digital ghosts and frightened human beings lived in uneasy coexistence."

'They float,' it growled, 'they float, Georgie, and when you're down here with me, you'll float too-'

"'You cannot pass,' he said. The orcs stood still, and a dead silence fell. 'I am a servant of Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun. Go back to the shadow! You cannot pass.'"

No many how many times I read this book or watch the film adaptations, this scene will never fail to make me shiver.

"speak, friend, and enter"

“The road must be trod, but it will be very hard. And neither strength nor wisdom will carry us far upon it. This quest may be attempted by the weak with as much hope as the strong. Yet it is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: Small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.”

“Frodo was now safe in the Last Homely House east of the Sea. That house was, as Bilbo had long ago reported, ‘a perfect house, whether you like food or sleep, or story-telling or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all.’ Merely to be there was a cure for weariness, fear and sadness.”

Spending my morning in this world was the best idea! I feel so calm and cosy.

"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
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."

"To Rivendell, where elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell,
Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
And whither then we cannot tell
Through moor and waste.

With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped."

"One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them."

"The King beneath the Mountain!" they shouted. "His wealth is like the Sun, his silver like a fountain, his rivers golden run!"

"I am Thorin son of Thrain son of Thror King under the Mountain! I return!"

How can I know this story so intimately and yet still get shivers when I revisit it? Because Tolkien is unmatched, that is why!

“You ought not to be rude to an eagle, when you are only the size of a hobbit, and are up in his eyrie at night!”

Some sound advice from Tolkien!

"Where did you go to, if I may ask?" said Thorin to Gandalf as they rode along.
"To look ahead," said he.
"And what brought you back in the nick of time?"
"Looking behind," said he."

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”

Adding this to my list of current reads as I'm going camping in the morning and this is the audiobook I'm hoping to listen to whilst I'm there. It's 57 hours long so guaranteed to see me through the rainy days we are forecasted.

Adding this to my list of current reads as I'm going camping in the morning and this is the second physical read I'm hoping to read whilst I'm there.

Adding this to my list of current reads as I'm going camping in the morning and this is the first physical read I'm hoping to read whilst I'm there.

I've been spending a long time reading this one, only diving into it when I've had undisturbed stretches of time to immerse myself in the story. I didn't manage to finish it before the month closed but it is my first priority for August.

"If my past has taught me anything, it's that the brave act without thinking, and the clever avoid all acts of bravery."

"no battlefield is as deadly as court, where everything from words to finials can be used as weapons."

"An arrow insists it is flying when, in truth, it is expiring."

"It was empty barrels that made the loudest noise. There was more weight in things left unsaid."

"victory, if anything, isn't the defeat of loss.
It's the ember of hope in a fire thought to have long sat cold."

"death isn't an absence that fades over time. It's a sharp stab that dulls into a persistent murmur."

"unlike storms, trouble doesn't give signs like rain, so we must always be ready for it."

"Though the night is flush with stars, the sky still seems like a lid of earth closing atop a grave."

So far, this book is living up to the excitement I had for the story based on its cover and synopsis.

"stories are like knives: weapons or tools, depending on who is wielding them."