How to Train Your Dragon

Twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death

Thank you for nothing, you stupid reptile.

I was not a natural. . . . This is the story of becoming . . . the Hard Way.

Wartihog put up his hand. "What happens if we can't read, sir?" "No boasting, Wartihog!" boomed Gobber. "Get some idiot to read it for you.

There were dragons when I was a boy.

Being frightened is not the same as being a coward.

CHAPTER THE FIRST (AND LAST) The Golden Rule of Dragon Training is to... YELL AT IT! (The louder the better,) THE END.

February turned into March and Hiccup was still thinking. A few flowers made the mistake of appearing and were immediately blasted out of existence by a couple of hard frosts that had kept themselves back for this very purpose.

You can't put': Hiccup in charge, sir, he's USELESS.

It is a lot easier to be brave when you know you have no alternative.

Long ago, on the wild and windy isle of Berk, a smallish Viking with a longish name stood up to his ankles in snow.

The thing is, we are all, in a sense, supper. Walking, talking, breathing suppers, that's what we are. Take you, for instance. YOU are about to be eaten by ME, so that makes you supper. That's obvious. But even a murderous carnivore like myself will be supper for worms one day. We're all snatching precious moments from the peaceful jaws of time.

Toothless? Hey, it’s me, bud. It’s me. It’s me, I’m right here, bud. Come back to me. It wasn’t your fault, bud. They… made you do it. You’d never hurt him. You’d never hurt me! Please, you.. are my best friend, bud… My best friend.

Let us in, let us in,' shrieked the wind. 'We're very, very hungry.

There may yet come a time when Heroes are needed once more. There may yet come a time when the dragons will come back.