It goes as it does,Argetlam.You cannot hurry perfection.

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

That s the problem I ve been choosing male names. You are a she! [To Saphira, while trying to choose her name.]

See this pebble?" "Yes." "Take it." Eragon did and stared at the unremarkable lump. It was dull black, smooth, and as large as the end of his thumb. There were countless stones like it on the trail. "This is your training." Eragon looked back at him, confused. "I don't understand." "Of course you don't," said Brom impatiently. "That's why I'm teaching you and not the other way around. Now stop talking or we'll never get anywhere.

He who stands like a pilar dies in battle. He who bends like a reed is triumphant!

Death is part of who we are. It guides us. It shapes us. It drives us to madness. Can you still be human if you have no mortal end

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.