You've Seen Things Through My Eyes.

Arya.' He Looked Down The Silvery River And Then Back At Arya, And He Gripped The Hilt Of Brisingr. He Was So Full Of Emotion, He Trembled. He Did Not Want To Leave, But He Knew He Must. 'stay With Me-' Her Gaze Darted Up. 'i Cannot.' '...stay With Me Until The First Curve In The River.' She Hesitated, Then Nodded.

Anger Has Its Place, But It Will Not Serve You Here, The Way Of The Warrior Is The Way Of Knowing. Of That Knowledge Requires You To Use Anger, Then You Use Anger, But You Cannot Wrest Forth Knowledge By Losing Your Temper.

You Named Your Sword Fire? Fire? What Kind Of A Boring Name Is That? You Might As Well Name Your Sword 'blazing Blade' And Be Done With It. Fire Indeed. Humph. Wouldn't You Rather Have A Sword Called Sheepbiter Or Chrysanthemum Cleaver Or Something Else With Imagination?

Life Is Too Short To Fight Every Idiot Along Your Way.

Wise? No, I Simply Learned To Think.