It s funny to see a hatchling like you beaten by the old one.

Books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life.

If anything happens, I'm going to pin you to my back and never let you off." I love you too." - Saphira and Eragon

The trickster, the riddler, the keeper of balance, he of the many faces who finds life in death and who fears no evil; he who walks through doors.

After all, how can a mere dragon expect to tell a man like yourself what to do? In fact, everyone should stand in awe of your brilliance of finding the only dead end. - Saphira

No hunter of the sky should end his days as prey. Better to die on the wing than pinned to the ground. [Saphira]

Death is part of who we are. It guides us. It shapes us. It drives us to madness. Can you still be human if you have no mortal end

That s the problem I ve been choosing male names. You are a she! [To Saphira, while trying to choose her name.]

Live in the present, remember the past, and fear not the future, for it doesn't exist and never shall. There is only now.

I'll fight when needed, revel when there's an occasion, mourn when there is greif and die if my time comes...But I will not let anyone use me against my will.

Into the sky to win or die.

You should really smile more Miss.” “Smiling Is overrated.” my voice as sharp as a knife, my voice deadpanned, as I sulked at the wall.

I find the rational part of my mind curled up in a corner of my head and convince it to talk to me.

Inside her it was as if death didn’t exist, as if love could weld her, as if eternity were renewal.

I think the 60s and 70s were the peak period for the singer-songwriter, for sure.

I was so beautiful but I didn't realise it for years. I saw pictures of myself and even I was stunned.

I don't even think you know how great you really are. I believe in you.

The mind is furnished with ideas by experience alone

I’d given up on the white picket fence after Kisten had died—finding out my kids would be demons was the nail in the coffin.

You know you're walking around with a mask on, and you desperately want to take it off and you can't because everybody else thinks it's your face.

What if you love knowledge for its own sake, not necessarily as a blueprint to action? What if you wish there were more, not fewer reflective types in the world?