“Always sailing, sailing, sailing...never quite reaching.”

“But then I have always been somewhat of a square peg in a round hole.”

“That is a terrible plan.""Hiccup's plans are always t-terrible.""Hey! You're still here, aren't you?”

“But how can we know that dragons did not exist? We have never actually BEEN to the Dark Ages.”

“The thing about grown ups is that they're always wanting you to be this Great Hero and Leader. What's wrong with being NORMAL, for Thor's sake? What's wrong with just being SO-SO at stuff? They're just totally unrealistic...”

“I forget myself sometimes, but then I look up, as I am looking up now, and I see in my mind's eye a sheild, strangely changed by a rich encrusting of jewel-like barnacles and cold-water coral, with an eight foot tooth sticking right out of the middle of it. I reach out and the edge of that tooth is still so bitingly sharp after all these years that just a gentle brush with the fingers might send a rain of blood down on these pages. And I bend my head, not too close, and I am sure I can hear, very faintly:Once I set the sea alightWith a single fiery breath....Once I was so mighty that I thoughtMy name was Death....Sing out loud until you're eaten,Song of melancholy blisss,For the mighty and the middlingAll shall come to THIS....The Supper is still singing.”

“However small we are, we should always fight for what we believe to be right. And I don’t mean fight with the power of our fists or the power of our swords…I mean the power of our brains and our thoughts and our dreams.And as small and quiet and unimportant as our fighting may look, perhaps we might all work together…and break out of the prisons of our own making. Perhaps we might be able to keep this fierce and beautiful world of ours as free for all of us as it seemed to be on that blue afternoon of my childhood.”