Arya.' He looked down the silvery river and then back at Arya, and he gripped the hilt of Brisingr. He was so full of emotion, he trembled. He did not want to leave, but he knew he must. 'Stay with me-' Her gaze darted up. 'I cannot.' '...stay with me until the first curve in the river.' She hesitated, then nodded.

The purpose of life is not to do what we want but what needs to be done.

From now on you're going to have to think. There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.

Better to die than to live in fear.

You must be willing to protect yourself and what you cherish, no matter what the cost.

They have not the heart for this battle. So think of your families, think of your homes, and remember it is they you are fighting for.

Only men would think of cutting themselves to determine who the packleader is. Idiots.