Magic is the art of thinking, not strength or language.

Those whom we most love are often the most alien to us.

You shouldn't let him hit you so much" observed saphira "Yes I realize that'" he growled. "Do you want me to knock him over for you?" "No...not today.

Misfoutune always comes to those who wait. The trick is to find happiness in the breif gaps between distaters.

The debate raged on for so long, at last Saphira had interrupted with a roar that shook the walls of the command tent. Then she said, I am sore and tired, and Eragon is doing a poor job of explaining himself. We have better things to do than stand around yammering like jackdaws, no? ... Good now listen to me. It was reflected Eragon, hard to argue with a dragon.

It is a better world. A place where we ate responsible for our actions, where we can be kind to one another because we want to and becauseit is the right thing to do instead of being frightened into behaving by the threat of divine punishment.

I warn you, Eragon, beware of whom you fall in love with, for fate seems to have a morbid interest in our family.