{"author":"Christopher Paolini","author_id":"Christopher+Paolini","total_quotes":104,"quotes":[{"text":"My mind is the only sanctuary that has not been stolen from me.","author":"Christopher Paolini","tags":["fear"],"id":870,"author_id":"Christopher+Paolini"},{"text":"Let'sss just kill him,' said the shorter Ra'zac. 'He has caused us much grief.' The taller one ran his finger down his sword. 'A good plan. But remember, the king's instructions were to keep them alive.'-from Eragon, Chapter Title: The Ra'zac's Revenge.","author":"Christopher Paolini","tags":["fantasy"],"id":19775,"author_id":"Christopher+Paolini"},{"text":"It's amazing that a man who is dead can talk to people through these pages. As long as this books survives, his ideas live.","author":"Christopher Paolini","tags":["immortality","on-writing"],"id":19966,"author_id":"Christopher+Paolini"},{"text":"If you wish to be happy,Eragon, Think not of what is to come nor of that which you have no control over but rather of the now and that which you are able to change.","author":"Christopher Paolini","tags":["618","happiness","oromis-to-eragon"],"id":21008,"author_id":"Christopher+Paolini"},{"text":"There is much you can learn from books and scrolls. These books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life.","author":"Christopher Paolini","tags":["books","christopher-paolini","eragon","reading"],"id":31938,"author_id":"Christopher+Paolini"},{"text":"Everyone dies alone, Eragon. Whether you are a king on a battlefield or a lowly peasant lying in bed among your family, no one can accompany you into the void.","author":"Christopher Paolini","tags":["inspirational","sadness"],"id":34186,"author_id":"Christopher+Paolini"},{"text":"A solitary finger of light fell upon it, illuminating motes of golden dust floating in the air.","author":"Christopher Paolini","tags":["beautiful","description","lovely","sunlight"],"id":36699,"author_id":"Christopher+Paolini"},{"text":"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.","author":"Christopher Paolini","tags":["bug","metaphor"],"id":42588,"author_id":"Christopher+Paolini"},{"text":"As Roran 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 waterskin. 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.","author":"Christopher Paolini","tags":["eyes","horror","metaphor"],"id":43484,"author_id":"Christopher+Paolini"},{"text":"Reading is awsome.","author":"Christopher Paolini","tags":["fantasy"],"id":57325,"author_id":"Christopher+Paolini"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":104,"pages":11,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}