Until We Invent Telepathy, Books Are Our

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

Not Anymore. I'm Afraid I've Degenerated Into A Bibliophile." "a What?" Asked Eragon. "one Who Loves Books," Explained Jeod.

It Was As If His Point Of View Had, Within Seconds, Gone From That Of An Ant To That Of An Eagle. For The Sky Was Hollow, And The World Was Round.

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.

Respect The Past; You Never Know How It May Affect You.