Wind Howled Throught The Night, Carrying The

Root Of A Tree, Fruit Of A Vine, Let Me Pass By This Blood Of Mine.

There Is No More Exciting Sport Than Flying, For If You Lose, You Die.

When You Can Have Anything You Want By Uttering A Few Words, The Goal Matters Not, Only The Journey To It.

Never Ask An Elf For Help; They Might Decide Your Better Off Dead, Eh?" (orik) (eldest) (page 207)

We Are About To Change History, Said Saphira. We’re Throwing Ourselves Off A Cliff Without Knowing How Deep The Water Below Is. Ah, But What A Glorious Flight! (eragon To Saphira)