- Smeagol wants to be good, yes, precious, but Gollum knows trickses, doesn’t he?
- We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false!
- No, not master! Smeagol listens, always good to Smeagol.
- Gollum, Gollum. It’s part of us, precious, part of us and we don’t wants to lose it, do we?
- Smeagol hates nasty hobbitses! Gollum loves the precious. Can’t we live without the precious, no, no, we cannot!
- It came to me, my own, my love… my own, my precious.
- The precious, it changed us, forever. Made us into what we is now. Cursed us and drove us away!
- Once Smeagol was happy, then the precious came and darkness followed.
- It burns us, it freezes, it twists us inside. But we can’t leave the precious, no, we can’t.
- Precious, precious, precious! My Precious! O my Precious!
- We survived, precious. Crawled, crept, and we survived in the dark places.
- Dark and cold it was, yes. But it keeps us alive, hides us from the nasty orcses.
- Eats fishes, raw and wiggling. Keeps us alive in the dark, it does.
- The caves, the darkness, it’s home to us now, yes, home forever.
- Always hiding, always creeping. Gollum, Gollum. It’s how we lives, precious.
- Speaks like this, yes precious. Helps us to remember, keeps us company.
- They doesn’t understand us, no, precious. Not the way we talks.
- Gollum, Gollum. That’s our name, and that’s our voice, isn’t it, precious?
- Talking to ourselves, yes precious, always talking. No one else listens.
- Our words, precious, twisted and bent, like us. Yes, like us.
- Loved the river once, we did. Now all is dark, dark and cold.
- Woods and waters, trees and roots. They whispers to us, yes they does.
- Once fishes were friends, now they are food, precious, just food.
- Nature was mother, now it’s the jailer, keeps us in the shadows.
- The river brought us the precious. It betrayed us, like all things, yes.
- Trusts the hobbitses? No! They tricks us, precious, tricksy hobbitses.
- Wants to trust, wants to be friends, but the precious won’t let us, no.
- Betrayed by the precious, betrayed by the Bagginses, all betray Gollum.
- Frodo says ‘trust me’, and we wants to, oh how we wants to!
- They leaves us, they hates us. Gollum, Gollum. All alone with the precious.
- Must have it, precious. We dies without it.
- Our heart’s desire, our doom and our only hope, precious.
- Thinks about it, dreams about it. It’s ours, mine, my own!
- Can’t sleeps, can’t eats, can’t thinks. Only the precious.
- It’s ours, precious, ours forever. We won’t let them takes it.
- Alone, always alone with the precious. No one else listens, no one else understands.
- The dark, it whispers to us, tells us things, doesn’t it, precious?
- Lonely, so lonely, except for the precious. It’s our only friend.
- Mind twists and turns, can’t remember the tastes of bread or the sound of trees, only the precious.
- Isolation, yes. It eats at the mind, leaves nothing but the precious.
- Wants to be saved, yes, wants to be free. But the precious won’t let us, will it?
- Maybe there’s a way out, a way to be free of the precious. Maybe.
- Too late for us, precious. Too late for Smeagol.
- Could we be saved, precious? Could we?
- Damned by the precious, but maybe, just maybe, there’s still hope.
- Plays our part, we do. Yes, precious, plays it well.
- Gollum leads the way, shows the paths. Without Gollum, no precious for the Bagginses.
- Small, but sneaky, precious. Changes the fates of the great ones.
- The ring came to us for a reason, precious. We’re part of the story, yes, part of the great story.
- Even the smallest creature can change the course of the future, isn’t that right, precious?
The Dual Nature of Gollum/Smeagol
The Corruption of the One Ring
Survival in the Dark Places
Language and Communication
Relationship with Nature
Betrayal and Trust
Obsession and Desire
Isolation and Its Psychological Effects
Redemption and Damnation
Gollum’s Role in the Larger Narrative
