Christopher Paolini Quotes

Magic is the art of thinking, not strength or language.

He's acting as foolish as a kitten... but then, everyone's entitled to a little foolishness once in a while.

Eragon went to see the dragon for the first time since it had spoken to him. He approached apprehensively, aware now that it was an equal."Eragon.""Is that all you can say?" he snapped."Yes."His eyes widened at the unexpected reply, and he sat down ro

My mind is the only sanctuary that has not been stolen from me.

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

Death, he had come to believe, was a corrosive thing, and the more he was around it , the more it gnawed away at who he was.

You would be amazed how many magicians have died after being bitten by mad rabbits. It's far more common than you might think. -Angela the Herbalist

Perhaps not one religion contains all of the truth of the world. Perhaps every religion contains fragments of the truth, and it is our responsibility to identify those fragments and piece them together.

I cannot pretend that I regard this with favor, but the purpose of life is not what we want but what needs to be done.

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?

No, he said, we are not alone. I have you, and you have me. And there is Arya and Nasuada and Orik, and many others besides who will help us along our way.

Whatever you make, base it upon that which is most important to you. Only then will it have depth and meaning, and only then will it resonate with others.

Books should go where they will be most appreciated, and not sit unread, gathering dust on a forgotten shelf, don't you agree?

Unlike the majority of people, he did not hate or fear the wilderness; as harsh as the empty lands were, they possessed a grace and a beauty that no artifice could compete with and that he found restorative.

How terrible," said Eragon, "to die alone, separate even from the one who is closest to

Go slowly, so that you do not bite your tail by accident.

A faint tickling on the back of his right hand caused Eragon to look down. A huge, wingless cricket clung to his glove. The insect was hideous: black and bulbous, with barbed legs and a massive skull-like head. Its carapace gleamed like oil.

If any honor existed in war, it was in fighting to protect others from harm

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 in memories.

Only men would think of cutting themselves to determine who the packleader is. Idiots.

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

The whole of the world could be deduced from the smallest grain of sand, if one studied it closely enough.

Determination is as common among men who are dull and foolish as it is among those who are brilliant intellects.