J.R.R. Tolkien quotes on fantasy

What do you fear my lady?' <br/>'A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond beyond recall or desire.

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Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisioned by the enemy, don't we consider it his duty to escape?... If we value the freedom of mind and soul, if we're partisans of liberty, then it's our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as we can!

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Loin au-del? Des montagnes froides et embruméesVers des cachots profonds et d'antiques cavernesIl nous faut aller avant le lever du jourEn quête de l'or pâle et enchanté. Les nains de jadis jetaient de puissants charmesQuand les marteaux tombaient comme des cloches sonnantesEn des lieux profonds, où dorment les choses ténébreusesDans les salles caverneuses sous les montagnes. Pour un antique roi et un seigneur lutin, L?, maints amas dorés et miroitantsIls façonnèrent, et forgèrent, et la lumière ils attrapèrentPour la cacher dans les gemmes sur la garde de l'épée. Sur des colliers d'argent ils enfilèrentLes étoiles en fleur; sur des couronnes ils accrochèrentLe feu-dragon; en fils torsadés ils maillèrentLa lumière de la lune et du soleil. Loin au-del? Des montagnes froides et embruméesVers des cachots profonds et d'antiques cavernesIl nous faut aller avant le lever du jourPour réclamer notre or longtemps oublié. Des gobelets ils ciselèrent l? Pour eux-mêmesEt des harpes d'or; où nul homme ne creuseLongtemps ils sont restés, et maintes chansonsFurent chantées, inentendues des hommes ou des elfes. Les pins rugissaient sur les cimes, Les vents gémissaient dans la nuit. Le feu était rouge, il s'étendait flamboyant; Les arbres comme les torches étincelaient de lumière. Les cloches sonnaient dans la valléeEt les hommes levaient des visages pâles; Alors, du dragon la colère plus féroce que le feuAbattit leurs tours et leurs maisons frêles. La montagne fuma sous la lune; Les nains, ils entendirent le pas pesant du destin. Ils fuirent leurs demeures pour tomber mourants Sous ses pieds, sous la lune. Loin au-del? Des montagnes froides et embruméesVers des cachots profonds et des cavernes obscures, Il nous faut aller avant le lever du jourPour gagner sur lui nos harpes et notre or !

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The treacherous are ever distrustful.

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Trente chevaux sur une colline rouge; D'abord ils mâchonnent, Puis ils frappent leur marque, Ensuite ils restent immobiles.(Les dents)

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I have claimed that Escape is one of the main functions of fairy-stories, and since I do not disapprove of them, it is plain that I do not accept the tone of scorn or pity with which 'Escape' is now so often used. Why should a man be scorned if, finding himself in prison, he tries to get out and go home? Or if he cannot do so, he thinks and talks about other topics than jailers and prison-walls?

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Although now long estranged, Man is not wholly lost nor wholly changed. Dis-graced he may be, yet is not de-throned, and keeps the rags of lordship once he owned: Man, Sub-creator, the refracted Lightthrough whom is splintered from a single Whiteto many hues, and endlessly combinedin living shapes that move from mind to mind. Though all the crannies of the world we filledwith Elves and Goblins, though we dared to buildGods and their houses out of dark and light, and sowed the seed of dragons- 'twas our right(used or misused). That right has not decayed: we make still by the law in which we're made. Fantasy remains a human right: we make in our measure and in our derivative mode, because we are made: and not only made, but made in the image and likeness of a Maker.

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Not long ago-incredible though it may seem-I heard a clerk of Oxford declare that he 'welcomed' the proximity of mass-production robot factories, and the roar of self-obstructive traffic, because it brought his university into 'contact with real life.' He may have meant that the way men were living and working in the twentieth century was increasing in barbarity at an alarming rate, and that the loud demonstration of this in the streets of Oxford might serve as a warning that it is not possible to preserve for long an oasis of sanity in a desert of unreason by mere fences, without actual offensive action (practical and intellectual). I fear he did not. In any case the expression 'real life' in this context seems to fall short of academic standards. The notion that motor-cars are more 'alive' than, say, centaurs or dragons is curious; that they are more 'real' than, say, horses is pathetically absurd. How real, how startlingly alive is a factory chimney compared with an elm tree: poor obsolete thing, insubstantial dream of an escapist!

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