“Dance of the Sugar Plum Bikey. Yes, that's got a nice ring to it.”

“He doesn’t pretend,” the punk pixie said. He nodded toward Doyle. “Nice rings. You got anything else pierced?” “Yes,” Doyle said. The boy smiled, making the rings in the edge of his nose and his bottom lip curl cheerfully with it. “Me too,” he said.”

“The end of a novel, like the end of children’s dinner-party, must be made up of sweetmeats and sugar-plum”

“He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum.”

“I wonder if people will ever say, "Let's hear about Frodo and the Ring." And they'll say, "Yes, that's one of my favorite stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he, Dad?" "Yes, m'boy, the most famousest of hobbits. And that's saying a lot.”

“He’s nice, easy on the eyes. Plus, he’s British, which means he’s got manners and knows how to dance like Mr. Darcy, right?”