J. R. R. Tolkien Quotes

I took three steps back; he nudged the door closed with his foot. “You like Mexican?” he asked. “I—” I’d like to know what you’re doing inside my house! “Tacos?” “Tacos?” I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “I know what a taco is!

The fear of burglars is not only the fear of being robbed, but also the fear of a sudden and unexpected clutch out of the darkness.

I don't like having my space invaded.

You are a pest, by the very nature of that camera in your hand.

Talk of the devil, and his horns appear.

Some fan literally broke into my house. He literally came in and said, 'I'm a huge fan. I brought you food.' He brought me three boxes of noodles.

There are times ... when any visitor - in person, by phone, by mail - is an intruder, a burglar, a space hogger, an oxygen taker, a chaos maker, a conflict inducer, a mood chaser, and a total drag.

Death is impatient and thoughtless. It barges into your room when you are right in the middle of something, and it doesn't bother to wipe its boots.

People sometimes say to me: "Craig, get out of my garden."

There are inquiries which are a sort of moral burglary.

He’s always asking: ‘Is that new? I haven’t seen that before.’ It’s like, Why don’t you mind your own business? Solve world hunger. Get out of my closet.

The dwarf sees farther than the giant, when he has the giant's shoulders to mount on.

Things use to be real nice, til they got out of hand. Since they moved in, they call themselves the Taliban.

You shall not come nearer a man by getting into his house.

You have to realise that touching is a real violation of personal space.

There's a tap on the door then. We all exchange looks, Tommy Falk's as uncertain as the rest of ours. No one moves, so I finally wipe my hands off on my pants, go to the door, and open it a crack. Sean stands on the other side, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding a loaf of bread. I wasn't prepared for it to be Sean, so my stomach does a neat little trick that feels like either hunger or escaping.

I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine.

If it looks like a Dwarf, and it smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf or a latrine wearing dungerees.

Now if you went to someone's house to look for them, you would be a psychopath.

He was one of those guys who'd pronounce I'm a hugger as he came at you, neglecting to ask if the feeling was mutual.

Expecting anybody else?" Shane asked Eve. "Your distant cousin Jack the Ripper dropping by too?" "Screw you, Collins.

Freedom! To fill people's mailboxes, eyes, ears and brains with commercial rubbish against their will, television programs that are impossible to watch with a sense of coherence. Freedom! To force information on people, taking no account of their right not to accept it or their right of peace of mind. Freedom! To spit in the eyes and souls of passersby with advertisements.

We were lining up and counting off nice and easy till you came stumbling through like a doped-up bull,' Minho responded.

Calling George Bush shallow is like calling a dwarf short.

A stirring dwarf we do allowance give Before a sleeping giant.