I am not who I was,' he whispered, gripping the edges of the column, 'but I know who I am.'... 'And I won't give up.

Books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life.

If anything happens, I'm going to pin you to my back and never let you off." I love you too." - Saphira and Eragon

The trickster, the riddler, the keeper of balance, he of the many faces who finds life in death and who fears no evil; he who walks through doors.

After all, how can a mere dragon expect to tell a man like yourself what to do? In fact, everyone should stand in awe of your brilliance of finding the only dead end. - Saphira

No hunter of the sky should end his days as prey. Better to die on the wing than pinned to the ground. [Saphira]

Death is part of who we are. It guides us. It shapes us. It drives us to madness. Can you still be human if you have no mortal end

That s the problem I ve been choosing male names. You are a she! [To Saphira, while trying to choose her name.]

Live in the present, remember the past, and fear not the future, for it doesn't exist and never shall. There is only now.

I'll fight when needed, revel when there's an occasion, mourn when there is greif and die if my time comes...But I will not let anyone use me against my will.

Into the sky to win or die.

Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her.

The applause of the audience is short-lived. When calls resound for an encore, we are called to direct our attention to our Master.

Only the force of American arms, or the extremely credible threat of that force, can bring a fresh face to power.

I've always wanted to make movies.

What is true by lamplight is not always true by sunlight.

Would the boy you were be proud of the man you are?

[Smoking] was a comfort, an occupation, a drug, a casual habit, a distraction, a way to not eat, a way to not pay attention, a way to not feel.

We must empty purgatory with our prayers.

Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond complaining.

We are living in a material world, so why not live with something beautiful?