It's amazing that a man who is dead can talk to people through these pages. As long as this books survives, his ideas live.

And the ship sailed onward, gliding serenely down the moonlit river toward the dark lands beyond.

I own a book,' he thought, delighted (Paolini 291).

The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living.

It is foolish to conjure up woe where none exists.

Haven't had your fill of interesting events?" "Never. They are the spice of life." She held up her half-finished hat. "How do you like it?" "It's nice. The blue is pretty. But what do the runes say?" "Raxacori-Oh, never mind. It wouldn't mean a thing to you anyway. Safe travels to you and Saphira, Eragon. And remember to watch out for earwigs and wild hamsters. Ferocious things, wild hamsters."

There is no more exciting sport than flying, for if you lose, you die.