Don't Defoul The Air. It Ill Becomes

Not Anymore. I'm Afraid I've Degenerated Into A Bibliophile." "a What?" Asked Eragon. "one Who Loves Books," Explained Jeod.

Always It Is Thus With My New Students, And Especially With The Human Ones; The Mind Is The Last Muscle They Train Or Use, And The One That They Regard The Least. Ask Them About Swordplay And They Can List Every Blow From A Duel A Month Old, But Ask Them To Solve A Problem Or Make A Coherent Statement And... Well, I Would Be Lucky To Get More Than A Blank Stare In Return.

In El-harím, There Lived A Man, A Man With Yellow Eyes. To Me, He Said, "beware The Whispers, For They Whisper Lies. Do Not Wrestle With The Demons Of The Dark, Else Upon Your Mind They'll Place A Mark; Do Not Listen To The Shadows Of The Deep, Else They Haunt You Even When You Sleep.

...life Is In Fate's Hands Now. You Made Your Choice To Stay... It's Too Late To Change That, So Stop Agonizing Over It.... You're Making My Scales Itch. Saphira, From "eragon

What Will Happen Will Happen And I Won't Waste My Time Worrying.