With Her Jaws And Talons, Saphira Tore

My Mind Is The Only Sanctuary That Has Not Been Stolen From Me.

The Future Will Be What It Will, And Fretting About It Will Only Make Your Fears More Likely To Come True.

Until We Invent Telepathy, Books Are Our Best Choice For Understanding The Rest Of Humanity.

The Poison Dart Hidden In The Raisin Tart.

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.