Having no other recourse, Roran resorted to the unexpected: he stuck his head and neck out and shouted, "BAH!" just as he would if he were trying to scare someone in a dark hallway.

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

There is no more exciting sport than flying, for if you lose, you die.

Shall we dance,friend of my heart?" We shall, little one.

To know who you are without any delusions or sympathy is a moment of revelation that no one experiences unscathed.

I am not who I was,' he whispered, gripping the edges of the column, 'but I know who I am.'... 'And I won't give up.

...even the donkeys were quiet.