It Is Foolish To Conjure Up Woe

Not Anymore. I'm Afraid I've Degenerated Into A Bibliophile." "a What?" Asked Eragon. "one Who Loves Books," Explained Jeod.

On The Beach, Roran Stood Alone, Watching Them Go. Then He Threw Back His Head And Uttered A Long, Aching Cry, And The Night Echoed With The Sound Of His Loss.

I Warn You, Eragon, Beware Of Whom You Fall In Love With, For Fate Seems To Have A Morbid Interest In Our Family.

How Noble. Oh We Would Fell Many...-you With Magic And Blade, Whilst My Weapons Would Be Tooth And Claw-but It Would Be Futile In The End. They Are Too Numerous.... We Cannot Defeat Them, Only Be Defeated. - Saphira

Fame Or Infamy, Either One Is Preferable To Being Forgotten When You Have Passed From This Realm.