“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'm afraid I've degenerated into a bibliophile.”
“To a bibliophile, there is but one thing better than a box of new books, and that is a box of old ones.”
“Holy borrowing bibliophile, let's book!”
“My insides contract- bad. "who are you?" I ask right out loud. And he says what I've been afraid of since I killed Lester's father. Haven't you guessed? I'm you. The real you.”