I always say, better ask forgiveness than permission.

Of course you like him; everyone enjoys flattery.

In my writing, I strive for a lyrical beauty somewhere between Tolkien at his best and Seamus Heaney's translation of Beowulf.

The best remedy for what ails me is being with you here under the sun.

do not worry about these things. find peace in where and what you are ~saphira to eragon page 429

Then, as they stood there, struggling back and forth without avail, Eragon said in a low fierce voice, "I...see...you." A bright spark appeared in Arya's eyes, then vanished just as quickly.

Really! Between you and Eragon, I seem to spend most of my time among the Varden healing people to silly to realize they need to avoid getting chopped into tiny little pieces