"the treacherous are ever distrustful." answered Gandalf.

sokka: you've got some pretty big ears havent you? aang: i guess. sokka . don't be modest, they're HUGE!

toph: [feeling the ground] it feels like an avalanche.. but, also, not an avalanche. sokka: your powers of perception are frightening

sokka: [to aang] don't a answer to twinkle toes, its not manly! katara: you're the one who's bag matches his belt...

katara: do you think we'll really find airbenders? sokka: you want me to be like you, or totally honest? katara: are you saying im a liar? sokka: im saying youre an optimist. same thing, basically.

aang: appa is a ten ton flying bison. i think he could figure something out

'Yes, that's so,' said Sam. 'And we shouldn't be here at all, if we'd know more about it before we started. But I suppose it's often that way. The brave things in the old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo: adventures, as I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of a sport, as you might say. But that's not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have been just landed in them, usually - their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn't. And if they had, we shouldn't know, because they'd have been forgotten. We hear about those as just went on - and not all to a good end, mind you; at least not to what folk inside a story and not outside it call a good end. You know, coming home, and finding things all right, though not quite the same - like old Mr. Bilbo. But those aren't always the best tales to hear, though they may be the best tales to get landed in! I wonder what sort of a tale we've fallen into?'

'I wonder,' said Frodo. 'But I don't know. And that's the way of a real tale. Take any one that you're fond of. You may know, or guess, what kind of a tale it is, happy-ending or sad-ending, but the people in it don't know. And you don't want them to.'

'By all the signs, Captain Shagrat, I'd say there's a large warrior loose, Elf most likely, with an elf-sword anyway, and an axe as well maybe; and he's loose in your bounds, too, and you've never spotted him. Very funny indeed!' Gorbag spat. Sam smiled grimly and this description of himself.