Half way down, he encountered Saphira, who had jammed her head and neck as far up the stair as she could, gouging the wood in her frenzy. Little one. She flicked out her tongue and caught him on the hand with its rough tip. He smiled. Then she arched her neck and tried to pull back, but to no avail. What's wrong? I'm stuck. You're... He could not help it;he laughed even though it hurt. The situation was too absurd.

Misfoutune always comes to those who wait. The trick is to find happiness in the breif gaps between distaters.

I built two forges when I was in my teens. I was just really, really into metalworking and making stuff.

The purpose of life is not to do what we want but what needs to be done.

Life is too short to fight every idiot along your way.

I am the victor. In the end nothing else matters.

How noble. Oh we would fell many...-you with magic and blade, whilst my weapons would be tooth and claw-but it would be futile in the end. They are too numerous.... We cannot defeat them, only be defeated. - Saphira