Never ask an elf for help; they might decide your better off dead, eh?" (Orik) (Eldest) (Page 207)

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.

It's amazing that a man who is dead can talk to people through these pages. As long as this books survives, his ideas live.

Eragon cried out, and in his desperation he reached for Saphira and the Eldunarí... and without meaning to, he drew from their stories of energy. And with that energy he cast a spell. It was a spell without words... His was a spell of instinct and emotion; language could not contain it.

People have an annoying habit of remembering things they shouldn't.

What is the worth of anything we do? The worth is in the act. Your worth halts when you surrender the will to change and experience life

I built two forges when I was in my teens. I was just really, really into metalworking and making stuff.