Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

- The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien

    "Once upon a time there was a place of great goodness called the White Lodge. Gentle fawns gamboled there amidst happy, laughing spirits. The sounds of innocence and joy filled the air. And when it rained, it rained sweet nectar that infused one's heart with the desire to live life in truth and beauty. Generally speaking, a ghastly place, reeking in virtue's sour smell, engorged with the whispered prayers of kneeling mothers and mewling newborns, and fools young and old compelled to do good without reason. Heh heh.

    But I am happy to point out that our story does not end in this wretched place of saccharine excess. For there is another place... its opposite. A place of almost unimaginable power, chockful of dark forces and vicious secrets. No prayers dare enter this frightful maw. Spirits there care not for good deeds or priestly implications. They as like to rip the flesh from your bones as greet you with a happy good day. And if harnessed, these spirits in this hidden land of unmuffled screams of broken hearts offer up a power so vast that its bearer might reorder the Earth itself to his liking. Ah, this place I speak of is known as the Black Lodge and I intend to find it."

- Windom Earle about the White and Black Lodges, Twin Peaks