Go slowly, so that you do not bite your tail by accident.

How am I supposed to know which religion is the true religion? he wondered. Just because someone follows a certain faith does not necessarily.

Then forgive him. And if you can't forgive, at least forget, for he meant you no harm, however rash that act was.

So you weren't just jealous? She licked the claw once more. Perhaps a little. Eragon.

Wear it, Eragon. If you wish to remain above the forces here, do not let anyone's disapproval dictate your actions.

Keep in mind that many people have died for their beliefs; it's actually quite common. The real courage is in living and suffering for what you believe.

It's amazing that a man who is dead can talk to people through these pages. As long as this books survives, his ideas live.

We thought you were dead.

Personally, I had a great education. My mum was a trained teacher, a Montessori teacher, and I know that I could not have written 'Eragon' if I had gone into a public school system because I would have just been too busy attending classes and doing homework - I wouldn't have had the time to write.

But you did everything you could, and when you could do no more , you made peace with your fate, and you didn't rail needlessly against it. That is wisdom, not weakness.

It is foolish to conjure up woe where none exists.

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

Do not feel bad because of it. It's impossible to go through life unscathed. Nor should you want to. By the hurts we accumulate, we measure both our follies and our accomplishment.

If you wish to be happy,Eragon, Think not of what is to come nor of that which you have no control over but rather of the now and that which you are able to change.

Respect the past; you never know how it may affect you.

And what is it you desire of us in exchange for your assistance, King Halfpaw? She glanced at Eragon and smiled, then added, We can offer you as much cream as you want, but beyond that, our resources are limited. If your warriors expect to be paid for their troubles, I fear they will be sorely disappointed.

They shared a laugh, and then the silence that so often intruded on their discussion asserted itself once again, a gap born of equal parts weariness, familiarity and--conversely--the many differences that fate had created between those who had once gone about lives that were but variations on a single melody.

I am not who I was, but I know who I am.

You'd better not let Galbatorix get the better of you, or I'll be honor-bound to march in after you.

I've never been helpless, I just have powerful enemies.

It is always thus. The monsters of the mind are far worse than those that actually exist. Fear, doubt, and hate have hamstrung more people than beasts ever have.

When you can have anything you want by uttering a few words, the goal matters not, only the journey to it.

I do not want him to die. No elf does. However, if every waking moment is a torment to him, then won't it be better for him to seek release? Neither.

May the wind rise under your wings, may the sun always be at your backs, and may you catch your prey napping. And, Wolf-Eyes, I hope that when you find the one who left your paws in his traps, you do not kill him too quickly. Both.

And why did Garzhvog call you Uluthrek?

May your swords stay sharp -Brom.

Well, don't act so morose. It's not as if it's your execution! I know. Then smile, because if it's not your execution, you should be happy!

It s funny to see a hatchling like you beaten by the old one.

The future will be what it will, and fretting about it will only make your fears more likely to come true.

My mind is the only sanctuary that has not been stolen from me.

Death, he had come to believe, was a corrosive thing, and the more he was around it , the more it gnawed away at who he was.

If you could have stopped it, or if you could have escaped but you didn't, then you would have lost my respect. But you did everything you could, and when you could do no more, you made peace with your fate, and you didn't rail needlessly against it. That is wisdom, not weakness.

Farming is backbreaking work, but at least it is honest labor. This killing isn't honest. It is thievery… the thievery of men's lives, and no right-minded person should aspire to it.

I refuse to repent, and I won't plague myself over what is done and past.

Really! Between you and Eragon, I seem to spend most of my time among the Varden healing people to silly to realize they need to avoid getting chopped into tiny little pieces.

I have 20 or 30 books completely plotted out in my mind - mysteries, thrillers, horror, romance, science fiction. You name it.

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

My ring now, he told himself. I have to stop thinking of it as Brom's.

A hatchling, that is what you are. A hatchling struggling into the world. I may be younger than you in years, but I am ancient in my thoughts. Do not worry about these things. Find peace in where and what you are. People often know what must be done. All you need to do is show them the way — that is wisdom.

He is a man who kicks at cats, said Solembum, as if that summed up Tenga's entire character.

If any honor existed in war, it was in fighting to protect others from harm.

He inclined his head ever so slightly, displaying with his bearing the supreme confidence, even arrogance, that is the sole providence of cats, dragons, and certain highborn women.

A pox on all meads!

I have to admit, that's a remarkable bruise. You should be proud; it's quite a feat to get injured in the manner you did and in that...particular...place.

Give men your ear, but not your heart. Show respect for those in power, but don't follow them blindly. Judge with logic and reason, but comment not.

To have a child is the greatest honor and responsibility that can be bestowed upon any living being.

From now on you're going to have to think. There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.

They may fight with us, but they don't fight for us.

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