‘These we will take!’ said Gandalf suddenly. He cast aside his cloak and a white light shone forth like a sword in that black place. Before his upraised hand the foul Messenger recoiled, and Gandalf coming seized and took from him the tokens: coat, cloak, and sword. ‘These we will take in memory of our friend,’ he cried. ‘But as for your terms, we reject them utterly. Get you gone, for your embassy is over and death is near to you. We did not come here to waste words in treating with Sauron, faithless and accursed; still less with one of his slaves. Begone!’

TYRELL

The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long. And you have burned so very, very brightly, Roy.

Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

The radio message beamed to Earth, moments before the blast of radiation engulfed the ship, was in plain text and merely repeated over and over:

ALL THESE WORLDS ARE YOURS EXCEPT EUROPA.

ATTEMPT NO LANDINGS THERE.

There were ninety-three repetitions; then the letters became garbled, and the transmission abruptly ceased between EXCEPT and EUROPA.

-- Arthur C. Clarke, 2010: Odyssey Two, chapter 53: "A Gift of Worlds"