These books are my friends, my companions.

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.

Better to die than to live in fear.

Books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life.

From the corner of his eye, Eragon saw Orik hewing Urgal necks with mighty blows of his ax.

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?

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.