“You're obstinate, pliant, merry, morose, all at once. For me there's no living with you, or without you.”

“What right have you to be merry? what reason have you to be merry? You're poor enough. Come then, returned the nephew gaily. What right have you to be morose? You're rich enough.”

“The next time you think that there's something that you "can't live without", wait for a week and then see if you're still alive or not”

“You'll live to regret it, young fellow! Why didn't you go too? You don't belong here; you're no Baggins—you—you're a Brandybuck!''Did you hear that, Merry? That was an insult, if you like,' said Frodo as he shut the door on her.'It was a compliment,' said Merry Brandybuck, 'and so, of course, not true.”

“Death is knowing you're about to die,' says Mam. It's seeing the dead and seeing the living all at once. It's wanting not to die and not to live. It's wanting to stay with the last breath when the dead and the living are all around you, and touching you, and whispering, It's all right, Mam. Everything's all right. But there's no way of staying with the last breath. You have to die.”

“Come here, baby." And with my words, Echo leaned into me soft, pliant, broken. "You're not alone," I whispered into her hair as I cradled her in my arms. "You're not alone, because you have me." And I love you, more than you could ever know ”