A Negative Outlook Is More Of A

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.

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.

A Negative Outlook Is More Of A Handicap Than Any Physical Injury.

My Mind Is The Only Sanctuary That Has Not Been Stolen From Me. Men Have Tried To Breach It Before, But I've Learned To Defend It Vigorously, For I Am Only Safe With My Innermost Thoughts.

After A Pause, He Asked, 'what Do You Think Of Nasuada's Plans?' 'mmm...she's Doomed! You're Doomed! They're All Doomed!'she Cackled, Doubling Over, Then Straightened Abruptly. 'notice I Didn't Specify What Kind Of Doom, So No Matter What Happens, I Predicted It. How Very Wise Of Me.' She Lifted The Basket Again, Setting It On One Hip. 'i Supposed I Won't See You For A While, So Farewell, Best Of Luck, Avoid Roasted Cabbage, Don't Eat Earwax, And Look On The Bright Side Of Life!' And With A Cheery Wink, She Strolled Off, Leaving Eragon Blinking And Nonplussed.