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.

He who stands like a pilar dies in battle. He who bends like a reed is triumphant!

Of course you like him; everyone enjoys flattery.

If a dragon has already transferred their consciousness to their heart of hearts, then they will die a true death.

It never struck me as interesting that I didn't go to school - we had our own little world. I always thought of kids who were going to regular school as if they're the others, the separate ones.

...even the smallest of the starlings' concerns grew in importance until it seemed equal to the worries of kings.

....avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life!" -Angela