Well, I suppose I won't see you for a while. So farewell, good luck, avoid roasted cabbage, don't eat ear wax, and look on the bright side of life! - Christopher Paolini

Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life!

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

Don't eat earwax avoid roasted cabbage and look on the bright side of life -Angela

The real courage is in living and suffering for what you believe.

He’s visitin’ an old friend,” supplied Eragon, dropping his voice into a thick accent. “I’m along t’ make sure he don’t get lost, if y’ get m’meaning. He ain’t as young as he used to be — had a bit too much sun when he was young’r. Touch o’ the brain fever, y’ know.” Brom bobbed his head pleasantly. “Right. Go on through,” said the guard, waving his hand and dropping the pike. “Just make sure he doesn’t cause any trouble.” “Oh, he won’t,” promised Eragon. He urged Cadoc forward, and they rode into Teirm. The cobblestone street clacked under the horses’ hooves. Once they were away from the guards, Brom sat up and growled, “Touch of brain fever, eh?” “I couldn’t let you have all the fun,” teased Eragon. Brom harrumphed and looked away.

Sword, I name thee Brisingr!
And with a sound of rushing wind the blade burst into flame, an envelope of sapphire-blue fire writhing about the razor-sharp steel.