I'm Afraid I've Degenerated Into A Bibliophile.

It's Impossible To Go Through Life Unscathed. Nor Should You Want To. By The Hurts We Accumulate, We Measure Both Our Follies And Our Accomplishments.

She Lowered Her Head Until It Was At His Level. He Stroked The Line Of Her Jaw, And Then Pressed His Forehead Against Her Hard Snout And Held Her As Tightly As He Could, Her Scales Sharp Against His Fingers. Hot Tears Began To Slide Down His Cheeks. 'why Do You Cry?' She Asked. 'because... I'm Lucky Enough To Be Bonded With You.' 'little One.

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

What Will Be Will Be.no One Can Escape Fate's Design.

My Heart Died A While Back. [eragon]