“How terrible," said Eragon, "to die alone, separate even from the one who is closest to you."Everyone dies alone, Eragon. Whether you are a king on a battlefield or a lowly peasant lying in bed among your family, no one can accompany you into the void.”

“Love can be a terrible curse, Eragon. It can make you overlook even the largest flaws in a person's behavior.”

“You are an enigma, Eragon, a quandary that no one knows how to solve.”

“I believe, Eragon, that you are full of love and that you are looking for one who will reciprocate your affection. No shame exists in that.”

“My heart died a while back. [Eragon]”

“Why does everything have to be so hard? [Eragon] wondered. Because, said Saphira, everyone wants to eat, but no one wants to be eaten.”

“You're right though. I should have discussed my plan with you. I'm sorry. From now on, I promise I will consult with you before I do anything you don't expect. Is that exceptable?' (Eragon)Only if it involves weapons, magic, kings, or family members.' (Saphira)Or flowers.' (Eragon)Or flowers. I don't need to know if you decide to eat some bread and cheese in the middle of the night.' (Saphira)Unless a man with a very long knife is waiting for me outside of my tent.'(Eragon)If you could not defeat a single man with a very long knife, you would be a poor excuse for a Rider indeed.' (Saphira)”