Respect The Past; You Never Know How

The Debate Raged On For So Long, At Last Saphira Had Interrupted With A Roar That Shook The Walls Of The Command Tent. Then She Said, I Am Sore And Tired, And Eragon Is Doing A Poor Job Of Explaining Himself. We Have Better Things To Do Than Stand Around Yammering Like Jackdaws, No? ... Good Now Listen To Me. It Was Reflected Eragon, Hard To Argue With A Dragon.

My Heart Died A While Back. [eragon]

Love Can Be A Terrible Curse, Eragon. It Can Make You Overlook Even The Largest Flaws In A Person's Behavior.

I'm Healthy As An Ox. And You?" "to Compare Myself With A Bovine Would Be Both Ridiculous And Insulting, But I'm Fit As Ever, If That Is What You Are Asking.

I Have A New Name For Pain. What's That? The Obliterator. Because When You're In Pain, Nothing Else Can Exist. Not Thought. Not Emotion. Only The Drive To Escape The Pain. When It's Strong Enough, The Obliterator Strips Us Of Everything That Makes Us Who We Are, Until We're Reduced To Creatures Less Than Animals, Creatures With A Single Desire And Goal: Escape. A Good Name, Then.