— It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened. But in the end, it's only a passing thing... this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
— What are we holding on to, Sam?
— That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.
There's no such thing as bad. Good and bad are fairytales. We have evolved to attach an emotinal significance to what is nothing more than a survival strategy of the pack animal. We are conditioned to invest divinity in utility. Good isn't really good, evil isn't really wrong, bottoms aren't really pretty. You are a prisoner of your own meat.
— You and I are alike, and there will come a moment when you have a chance to show it.
— To do the right thing.
— I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.
— You'll have the chance to do something... something courageous. And when you do, you'll discover something. That you're a good man.
— All evidence to the contrary.
— I have faith in you. Want to know why?
— Do tell, dearie.
— Curiosity. You're going to want it. A chance to be admired and gain the rewards that follow. You won't be able to resist. You're going to want to know what it tastes like.