Troll Toll Quotes

We crossed a small but sturdy wooden bridge a little later, but no trolls were taking tolls.

And under that bridge sits a troll and demands every passerby pays him. Those who refuse have a leg injured, sometimes both. So I go to the alderman: “How much will you give me for that troll?” He’s amazed. “What are you talking about?” he asks, “Who will repair the bridge if the troll’s not there? He repairs it regularly with the sweat of his brow, solid work, first rate. It’s cheaper to pay his toll.

Ah, my heart, there is a price—” he murmured. “You have no heart,” she informed his chest. “True,” he agreed. “You’ve thieved it. And last night I stood before you in agony whilst you ripped it asunder—” “Oh give over—” “You have odd sayings, my heart—” “Your heart is a puny black walnut. Wizened. Shriveled.” She refused to look up at him. He laughed. “Lass, you will keep me amused long into my twilight years.” “Coffee,” she muttered. “The toll troll must be reckoned with.” “And just what does the toll troll wish?” “This morn, ‘tis simple. Other days it may not be. Today your coffee will cost you only a wee kiss.

Someone's Missing" Someone's telling the toll to me I'm cut and I'm weeping like a rubber tree But i don't care who's left behind Lost revelations that I'll never find In the long hall pipes are whispering Blues prepared for anti-christening Somewhere there's an honest soul To mirror teeth where neon lures troll And what's extinct might come alive A purple smoke in some internal shrine With a long sigh let the hissing in Stones deformed by gentle kissing and All the closed eyes start to glisten But it feels like someone's missing Yeah it feels like someone's missing