In El-harím, there lived a man, a man with yellow eyes. To me, he said, "Beware the whispers, for they whisper lies. Do not wrestle with the demons of the dark, Else upon your mind they'll place a mark; Do not listen to the shadows of the deep, Else they haunt you even when you sleep.

Kvetha, Shur'tugal Greetings, Dragon Rider

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

Atra esterni' ono thelduin Mor' rana li'fa unin hjarta onr Un du evari'nya ono varda (May good fortune rule over you peace live in your heart may the stars watch over you)

I always say, better ask forgiveness than permission.

You've seen things through my eyes.

With her jaws and talons, Saphira tore through an Urgal.