Then, as they stood there, struggling back and forth without avail, Eragon said in a low fierce voice, "I...see...you." A bright spark appeared in Arya's eyes, then vanished just as quickly.

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

He closed his eyes and sank into the warm dusk that separates consciosness and sleep, where reality bends and sways to the wind of thought, and where creativity blossoms in its freedom from boundaries and all things are possible.

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

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

Anger is poison. You must purge it from your mind or else it will corrupt your better nature.

My heart died a while back. [Eragon]