When the Road goes High,Where the mountains lie, Where the trees make shadows,Unlike the sunny meadows, When you see that face,With no disgrace, In the Moon Light,Where the Fire Flies Light, The friendly face, With no disgrace, You could flie to the moon,Like a witch on her broom,On that road
"Sorry, Hagrid, I can't talk right now. I'm kinda busy doing something else. Maybe later."
"We have these digs at each other, Viggo will go on about Elves and how they're always doing their nails and brushing their long blond hair and being all prissy. And I just say: 'Well, at least I'm going to live forever! Got that? Forever!" - Orlando
