With Her Jaws And Talons, Saphira Tore

He Closed His Eyes And Sank Into The Warm Dusk That Separates Consciosness And Sleep, Where Reality Bends And Sways To The Wind Of Thought, And Where Creativity Blossoms In Its Freedom From Boundaries And All Things Are Possible.

I Believe, Eragon, That You Are Full Of Love And That You Are Looking For One Who Will Reciprocate Your Affection. No Shame Exists In That.

I Have A New Name For Pain. What's That? The Obliterator. Because When You're In Pain, Nothing Else Can Exist. Not Thought. Not Emotion. Only The Drive To Escape The Pain. When It's Strong Enough, The Obliterator Strips Us Of Everything That Makes Us Who We Are, Until We're Reduced To Creatures Less Than Animals, Creatures With A Single Desire And Goal: Escape. A Good Name, Then.

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

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.