How to Steal a Dragon's Sword

For a Hero cannot triumph all the time. Sometimes he will be defeated, and how he faces that defeat is a test of his character.

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...

Remember, there is nothing wrong with a healthy sense of self-respect.

A Chief must show no fear, no worry... A Chief is a leader first, and a man second...

Please do not blame the story. The story cannot help itself. We do not realize it at the time, but sometimes the story we are all a part of is not just a story about Vikings and islands and dragons. It is a story about growing up. And one of the things about growing up, one of the inescapable, inevitable laws, is that one day... One day... one day... It is going to happen. I am sorry, but it's true.

Are you the stuff that hero's are made of? Or are you a jellyfish in a skirt?

You cannot fight time itself, slay the minutes and hours with your blade, wipe the bleeding seconds on your shirt. Time cannot be fought.

Sometimes you have to stand up for what you believe in, even against those you love, and that can be harder than you think.

The world will need a Hero, and it might as well be you.

What is within is more important than what is without.

Growing up happens so quick sometimes, that it catches us by surprise.

Please do not blame the story. The story cannot help itself. We do not realise it at the time, but sometimes the story we are all a part of is not just a story about Vikings and islands and dragons. It is a story about growing up. And one of the things about growing up, one of the inescapable, inevitable laws, is that one day... one day... one day... it is going to happen. I am sorry, but it's true.

Everything, you see, is frightened of something

When a young rabbit spots a hawk circling above, it may never have seen such a creature before- but there is some ancestral memory that tells it to be afraid, to leap in great, panicky bounds to the safety of the burrow

You cannot fight Time itself, slay the minutes and the hours with your blade, nor wipe the bleeding seconds on your shirt. Time cannot be fought.