Perhaps we don’t mean the same thing by choice, Mr. Scoresby. Witches own nothing, so we’re not interested in preserving value or making profits, and as for the choice between one thing and another, w...
Rooks were cawing somewhere, and bells were ringing, and from the oxpens the steady beat of a gas engine announced the ascent of the evening Royal Mail zeppelin for London.
Shame on you! Think what this child has done! You might not have more courage, but you should be ashamed to show less.
She had asked: What is he? A friend or an enemy?The alethiometer answered: He is a murderer.When she saw the answer, she relaxed at once.
She is the goddess of the dead. She comes to you smiling and kindly, and you know it is time to die.
She was afraid of John Faa, and what she was most afraid of was his kindness.
She wondered whether there would ever come an hour in her life when she didn't think of him -- didn't speak to him in her head, didn't relive every moment they'd been together, didn't long for his voi...
Still, Fritz was an optimist, and Karl was a pessimist, and that makes all the difference in the world.
Sunlight shining on the fur of a golden monkey…
The first ghost to leave the world of the dead was Roger. He took a step forward, and turned to look back at Lyra, and laughed in surprise as he found himself turning into the night, the starlight, th...
The two dark figures of the bene elim has not moved. But they spoke:You must come with us now. Lord Asriel needs you at once. The enemy's power is growing every minute. The shaman has told you what yo...
The visitor was about the same age as Hallgrimsson, but he looked older; certainly his face bore the marks of more experience and trial than did the professor’s smooth cheeks and unlined brow. He was...
The world was not made of energy and delight but of foulness, betrayal, and lassitude.
Then Lyra gave a cry so passionate that even in that muffled, mist-hung world it raised an echo, but of course it wasn’t an echo, it was the other part of her crying in turn from the land of the livin...
There ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man’s hand. • I KINGS •
There he dwelt, a prisoner acting like a king.
There is time, and there is beyond time. History belongs to time, but truth belongs to what is beyond time. In writing of things as they should have been, you are letting truth into history. You are t...
They were all looking at Mary, and she felt more than ever like the new pupil at a school where they had high expectations of her. She also felt a strange flattery: the idea of herself as swift and da...
This is a deep and uncomfortable paradox, which will not have escaped you: we can only defend democracy by being undemocratic.
War asks many people to do unreasonable things.
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