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The Sea Is Emotion Incarnate. It Loves, Hates, And Weeps. It Defies All Attempts To Capture It With Words And Rejects All Shackles. No Matter What You Say About It, There Is Always That Which You Can't.

No-one Can Function Properly Without Occasional Peace And Quiet.

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

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.

Shall We Dance,friend Of My Heart?" We Shall, Little One.