It Is Foolish To Conjure Up Woe

In My Writing, I Strive For A Lyrical Beauty Somewhere Between Tolkien At His Best And Seamus Heaney's Translation Of Beowulf.

When Someone Refuses To Tell Me A Certain Piece Of Information, It Only Makes Me That Much More Determined To Find Out The Truth. I Hate Being Ignorant. For Me, A Question Unanswered Is Like A Thorn In My Side

I'm Healthy As An Ox. And You?" "to Compare Myself With A Bovine Would Be Both Ridiculous And Insulting, But I'm Fit As Ever, If That Is What You Are Asking.

See This Pebble?" "yes." "take It." Eragon Did And Stared At The Unremarkable Lump. It Was Dull Black, Smooth, And As Large As The End Of His Thumb. There Were Countless Stones Like It On The Trail. "this Is Your Training." Eragon Looked Back At Him, Confused. "i Don't Understand." "of Course You Don't," Said Brom Impatiently. "that's Why I'm Teaching You And Not The Other Way Around. Now Stop Talking Or We'll Never Get Anywhere.

A Hatchling, That Is What You Are. A Hatchling Struggling Into The World. I May Be Younger Than You In Years, But I Am Ancient In My Thoughts. Do Not Worry About These Things. Find Peace In Where And What You Are. People Often Know What Must Be Done. All You Need To Do Is Show Them The Way — That Is Wisdom.