If I Spent My Time Worrying About

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.

Though They Live Far From The Coast, They Retain A Great Fascination And Passion For The Ocean. The Sound Of Crashing Waves, The Smell Of Salt Air, It Affects Them Deeply And Has Inspired Many Of Their Lovliest Songs. There Is One That Tells Of This Love, If You Want To Hear It.

Only Men Would Think Of Cutting Themselves To Determine Who The Packleader Is. Idiots.

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.

No Hunter Of The Sky Should End His Days As Prey. Better To Die On The Wing Than Pinned To The Ground. [saphira]