“I'm afraid I've degenerated into a bibliophile.”

“Not anymore. I'm afraid I've degenerated into a bibliophile.""A what?" asked Eragon."One who loves books," explained Jeod.”

“You'll enjoy it. There is much you can learn from books and scrolls," said Jeod. He gestured at the walls. "These books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life.""It sounds intriguing," admitted Eragon."Always the scholar, aren't you?" asked Brom.Jeod shrugged. "Not anymore. I'm afraid I've degenerated into a bibliophile.”

“I am afraid. I'm afraid of everything. I'm afraid of the dark, of closed-in spaces, of being alone and of getting too close. I'm afraid that I'll never again have the life I've always known, my feet in the dust and my heart full. I'm afraid of being alive; I'm afraid to die.”

“I'm not afraid of spiders; I've had worse in my bed.”

“Sometimes I'm afraid I've got it all wrong...and then I know I do...and then I feel small like I'm supposed to.”