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

From now on, I promise I wil consult with you before I do anything you don't expect. Is that acceptable? Only if it involves weapons, magic, kings, or family members, she said. Or flowers. Or flowers, she agreed.

I'm the sort of person that starts digging a hole and doesn't stop until it's finished.

I'm afraid I've degenerated into a bibliophile.

I cannot prove that gods do not exist. Nor can I prove that the world and everything in it was not created by an entity or entities in the distant past. But I can tell you that in the millennia we elves have studied nature, we have never witnessed an instance where the rules that govern the world have been broken. That is, we have never seen a miracle. Many events have defied our ability to explain, but we are convinced that we failed because we are still woefully ignorant about the universe and not because a deity altered the workings of nature.

Change itself is neither good nor bad, but knowledge is always useful.

Forgive me if I stare, I knew you were young, but even then I was expecting someone a little more, well, more.