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

Wise? No, I simply learned to think.

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.

Half way down, he encountered Saphira, who had jammed her head and neck as far up the stair as she could, gouging the wood in her frenzy. Little one. She flicked out her tongue and caught him on the hand with its rough tip. He smiled. Then she arched her neck and tried to pull back, but to no avail. What's wrong? I'm stuck. You're... He could not help it;he laughed even though it hurt. The situation was too absurd.

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

Shall we dance,friend of my heart?" We shall, little one.

The whole of the world could be deduced from the smallest grain of sand, if one studied it closely enough.