No dragon can resist the fascination of riddling talk and of wasting time trying to understand it.

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.

If most of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone.

I am he that walks unseen.

I wish I was at home in my nice hole by the fire, with the kettle just beginning to sing!