A faint tickling on the back of his right hand caused Eragon to look down. A huge, wingless cricket clung to his glove. The insect was hideous: black and bulbous, with barbed legs and a massive skull-like head. Its carapace gleamed like oil.

— Christopher Paolini

Ah, pay no heed if your enemies laugh. They'll not be able to once you lop off their heads.

— Christopher Paolini

Anger has its place, but it will not serve you here, the way of the warrior is the way of knowing. Of that knowledge requires you to use anger, then you use anger, but you cannot wrest forth knowledge by losing your temper.

— Christopher Paolini

A person must earn enlightenment, Eragon. It is not handed down to you by others, regardless of how revered they be.

— Christopher Paolini

As far as I am concerned, philosophic questioning is just as likely to make you confused and depressed as it is to improve your condition.

— Christopher Paolini

A solitary finger of light fell upon it, illuminating motes of golden dust floating in the air.

— Christopher Paolini

As Roman watched, the man's arms, neck, and chest shriveled, and his bones appeared in sharp relief-from the bowlike curve of his collarbones to the hollow saddle of his hips, where his stomach hung like an empty waterski. His lips puckered and drew back farther than they were intended to over his yellow teeth, baring them in a grisly snarl, while his eyeballs deflated as if they were engorged ticks being squished empty of blood, and the surrounding flesh sank inward.

— Christopher Paolini

Because you can't argue with all the fools in the world. It's easier to let them have their way, then trick them when they're not paying attention.

— Christopher Paolini

(...)best of luck, avoid roasted cabbage, don't eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life!

— Christopher Paolini

Books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life.

— Christopher Paolini