Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, And if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my toys will break. So none of the other kids can use 'em.... Amen.
I had come to a place where I was meant to be. I don't mean anything so prosaic as a sense of coming home. This was different, very different. It was like arriving at a place much safer than home.
Molti tra i vivi meritano la morte. E parecchi che sono morti avrebbero meritato la vita. Sei forse tu in grado di dargliela? E allora non essere troppo generoso nel distribuire la morte nei tuoi giudizi: sappi che nemmeno i più saggi possono vedere...
As I lay so sick on my bed, from Christmas till March, I was always praying for poor ole master. 'Pears like I didn't do nothing but pray for ole master. 'Oh, Lord, convert ole master;' 'Oh, dear Lord, change dat man's heart, and make him a Christian...
January is always a good month for behavioral economics: Few things illustrate self-control as vividly as New Year's resolutions. February is even better, though, because it lets us study why so many of those resolutions are broken.
Oh, sir!" Lord Teddie bounced on his feet. "Sir, I read about this sort of thing once, sir! The only way to solve it is to kill both of them. It was in the Bible!" The silence rung. Lord Teddie cowered at the King's look. "Ah, never mind," he said.
Grail Figure: What is the secret of the Grail? Who does it serve? Perceval: You, my lord. Grail Figure: Who am I? Perceval: You are my lord and king. You are Arthur. Grail Figure: Have you found the secret that I have lost? Perceval: Yes. You and the...
Drax the Destroyer: [lets Star-Lord into the Milano] This one shows spirit. He shall make a keen ally in the battle against Ronan. Companion, what were you retrieving? [Star-Lord hands him his stereo-player] Drax the Destroyer: You're an imbecile.
Polonius: How dost my good lord Hamlet? [Turns a corner and is shocked by a mask-wearing Hamlet] Hamlet: Well. God a' mercy. Polonius: [Astonished at Hamlet's peculiar behavior] Do you know me my lord? Hamlet: Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.
Aragorn: We have time. Every day Frodo moves closer to Mordor. Gandalf: Do we know that? Aragorn: What does your heart tell you? Gandalf: That Frodo is alive. Yes. Yes, he's alive.
Gamling: He leaves because there is no hope. Theoden: He leaves because he must. Gamling: Too few have come. We cannot defeat the armies of Mordor. Theoden: No. We cannot. But we will meet them in battle nonetheless.
Gollum: She's always hungry. She always needs to feed. She must eat. All she gets is nasty Orcses. Smeagol: And they doesn't taste very nice, does they, Precious? Gollum: No. Not very nice at all, my love.
Sam: [tearing the spider silk away from Frodo's face] Oh no! Frodo... Mr. Frodo, wake up... Don't leave me here alone. Don't go where I can't follow... Wake up.
Saruman: What is the house of Rohan but a thatched barn where brigands drink in the reek and rats roll on the floor with the dogs? The victory at Helm's Deep does not belong to you, Théoden, horsemaster! You are a lesser son of greater sires.
Merry: Excuse me? I have a sword. Please accept it. [kneels] Merry: I offer you my service, Theoden King. Theoden: [raises him to his feet] And gladly, I accept it. You shall be Meriadoc, Esquire of Rohan.
Bilbo: [answering the knocking on his door] No, thank you. We don't want any more visitors, well-wishers, or distant relations. Gandalf: [from outside] And what about very old friends?
Frodo: I miss the Shire. I spent all my life pretending I was off somewhere else. Off with you, on one of your adventures. But my own adventure turned out to be quite different. I'm not like you, Bilbo.
[about the passing Wood-elves] Frodo: They're going to the harbor beyond the White Towers. To the Grey Havens. Sam: They're leaving Middle-earth. Frodo: Never to return. Sam: I don't know why - it makes me sad.
[the Fellowship is walking through Lothlorien] Gimli: They say that a great sorceress lives in these woods. An Elf witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell... and are never seen again.
Theoden: Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. How did it come to this?
Theoden: Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow? Wormtongue: A just question, my liege. Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear. "Lathspell" I name him. Ill news is an ill guest.
