I Own A Book,' He Thought, Delighted

You Cannot Learn What You Are Made Of If You Rely On Anyone Or Anything Else To Help You.

A True Warrior Does Not Fight Because He Wishes To But Because He Has To. A Man Who Yearns For War, A Man Who Enjoys His Killing, He Is A Brute And A Monster. No Matter How Much Glory He Wins On The Battlefield, That Cannot Erase The Fact That He Is No Better Than A Rabid Wolf Who Will Turn On His Friends And Family As Soon As His Foes.

Eragon Cried Out, And In His Desperation He Reached For Saphira And The Eldunarí... And Without Meaning To, He Drew From Their Stories Of Energy. And With That Energy He Cast A Spell. It Was A Spell Without Words... His Was A Spell Of Instinct And Emotion; Language Could Not Contain It.

To While Away The Day Contemplating Evils That Might Have Been Is To Poison The Happiness We Already Have.

Those Whom We Most Love Are Often The Most Alien To Us.