Until We Invent Telepathy, Books Are Our

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

When You Can Have Anything You Want By Uttering A Few Words, The Goal Matters Not, Only The Journey To It.

There Are Decades In The Making Of The One Man Of Renown; Multitudes That Go Unnoticed Who Must Wreathe For Him A Crown.

With Her Jaws And Talons, Saphira Tore Through An Urgal.

Having No Other Recourse, Roran Resorted To The Unexpected: He Stuck His Head And Neck Out And Shouted, "bah!" Just As He Would If He Were Trying To Scare Someone In A Dark Hallway.