“It was as if his point of view had, within seconds, gone from that of an ant to that of an eagle.For the sky was hollow, and the world was round.”

“What have you done?' he said, his voice hollow and strained. He stepped back and put his fists to his temples. 'What have you done!'With an effort, Eragon said, 'Made you understand.”

“The name, his true name, was weaker and more flawed than he would have liked, and he hated himself for that, but there was also much to admire within it, and the more he thought about it, the more he was able to accept the true nature of his self. He was not the best person in the world, but neither was he the worst.”

“No hunter of the sky should end his days as prey. Better to die on the wing than pinned to the ground.”

“They shared a laugh, and then the silence that so often intruded on their discussion asserted itself once again, a gap born of equal parts weariness, familiarity and--conversely--the many differences that fate had created between those who had once gone about lives that were but variations on a single melody.”

“But the constant motion of the flames soon lulled him into a passive state where unrelated fragments of thoughts, sounds, images, and emotions drifted through him like snowflakes falling from a calm winter's sky.”

“Into the sky to win or die.”