Quotes from Christopher Paolini

Anger is a poison. You must purge it from your mind or else it will corrupt your better nature.

If I am to avoid becoming what I hate , then I have to leave .

Without further ado, she curled up in the grass, tucked her head under her wing, and wrapped her tail around herself. Do not wake me unless something is trying to eat us , she said. Eragon smiled and patted her on the tail.

Who is it who decides that one man should live and another should die? My life wasn't worth any more than his, but he's the one who's buried, while I get to enjoy at least a few more hours above the ground. Is it chance, random and cruel, or is there some purpose or pattern to all this, even if it lies beyond our ken?

A smile split his face. What is so amusing? asked Saphira, and she swung her tail back and forth. The scale on your snout is regrowing. Her delight was evident. Then she sniffed and said, I always knew it would. Why would it not? However, he could feel her sides vibrating against his heels as she hummed with satisfaction, and he patted her and laid his chest against her neck, feeling the warmth from her body seeping into his.

Glaedr crouched low to the ground, and Oromis nimbly climbed up his leg and into the saddle on his back. "Come, Eragon and Saphira. We have much to talk about." The gold dragon leaped off the cliff and circled overhead, rising on an updraft.

This administrator of trade is the worst sort of bureaucrat. He abides by every rule, delights in making his own whenever it can inconvenience someone, and at the same time believes that he is doing good… I didn't think I would ever meet a noble who wasn't corrupt. Now that I have I find that I prefer them when they're greedy bastards. - Brom

Eragon's rearing—limited as it was by Garrow's scant tutelage—had exposed him only to the knowledge needed to run a farm.

My whole life has been a lie! Since the moment I was born

Every time you leave, I feel as if less of you returns to me.

Under the moon, the bright white moon, Lies a pool, a flat silver pool, Among the brakes and brambles, And black-heart pines. Falls a stone, a living stone, Cracks the moon, the bright white moon, Among the brakes and brambles, And black-heart pines. Shards of light, swords of light, Ripple 'cross the pool, The quiet mere, the still tarn, The lonely lake there. In the night, the dark and heavy night, Flutter shadows, confused shadows, Where once …

I have always been an inconvenience. Whatever you think of me, though

Cuando hayas progresado, empezaré a enseñarte los métodos necesarios, pero mientras tanto, si te enfrentas alguna vez a un duelo de magos, te aconsejo que salgas corriendo lo más rápido que puedas.

The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not . . . but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live on in memories.

The soldiers cringed

My mind is the only sanctuary that has not been stolen from me. Men have tried to breach it before, but I have learned to defend it vigorously, for I am only safe within my innermost thoughts.

Now she had a weapon.

philosophic questioning is just as likely to make you confused and depressed as it is to improve your condition.

It occurred to him that perhaps this was how shooting stars were made: a bird or a dragon or some other earthly creature snatched upward by the inexorable wind and thrown skyward with such speed, they flamed like siege arrows. If so, then he guessed he, Saphira, and Glaedr would make the brightest, most spectacular shooting star in living memory, if anyone was close enough to see their demise so far out to sea.

As she hurtled downward, Eragon said, If we had enough jewels, and if we stored enough energy in them, do you think we could fly all the way to the moon? Who knows what is possible? said Glaedr.

To Saphira, he said, If only everyone could see what we have seen, perhaps there would be less fighting in the world. You cannot expect wolves to become sheep. No, but neither do the wolves have to be cruel to the sheep.

If he had to die, he decided that he would want an apple tree planted over him, so that his friends and family could eat the fruit born of his body.

We are the mind of the universe itself. We and the Jellies and all self-aware beings. We are the universe watching itself, watching and learning.

To know that you were with one who cared for you, and who understood every fiber of your being, and who would not abandon you in even the most desperate of circumstances, that was the most precious relationship a person could have, and both Eragon and Saphira cherished it.