"I should like to save the Shire, if I could - though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them. But I don't feel like that now. I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again."

carrying the world around his neck

"I see no hope of it now. But I've got to do the best I can."

“I had the stool  proportioned properly, I think. And smoke was beginning to come from the box but suddenly the toast was flying out and I fell over entirely. I thought I was being attacked — and I was quite literally! It was shooting right out of the box! But then it just sat there on top as it fell — it was the most remarkable thing and I want to try it again, I think. ” Frodo spoke breathlessly, his rear sore and head possibly smarting, blinking dazedly.

At a toaster.