These books are my friends, my companions.

The trick is to find happiness in the brief gaps between disasters.

Not anymore. I'm afraid I've degenerated into a bibliophile." "A what?" asked Eragon. "One who loves books," explained Jeod.

Regardless of whether I can shift my affections to another - and the heart, as you observed, is a notoriously fickle beast - the question remains: should I?

What will happen will happen and I won't waste my time worrying.

When I saw Fäolin fall, I understood then that the true agony of war isn't being wounded yourself, it's having to watch those you care about being hurt.

Respect the past; you never know how it may affect you.