There are few natural philosophers as frustrated as astronomers in a fog.
The particular plant longed for by the wife, which was originally parsley, was a well-known abortifacient.
By a scent of grown-upness, something disturbing but enticing at the same time: it was the smell of glamour.
Y durante buena parte del tiempo, la sabiduría ha tenido que trabajar en secreto, susurrando sus palabras, moviéndose como un espía a través de los lugares humildes del mundo mientras las cortes y los...
Why do they do these things to children, Pan? Do they all hate children so much, that they want to tear them apart like this? Why do they do it?
Whatever Mal says, I believe. So take that fucking smile off your face, you.
Well, said Mary, love is ferocious, too.
War asks many people to do unreasonable things.
This is a deep and uncomfortable paradox, which will not have escaped you: we can only defend democracy by being undemocratic.
The world was not made of energy and delight but of foulness, betrayal, and lassitude.
Still, Fritz was an optimist, and Karl was a pessimist, and that makes all the difference in the world.
Sticks and stones, I'll break yer bones, but names ain't worth a quarrel.
She lay on her bunk thinking of that savage mighty bear, and the careless way he drank his fiery spirit, and the loneliness of him in his dirty lean-to. How different it was to be human, with one’s dæ...
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.
Shame on you! Think what this child has done! You might not have more courage, but you should be ashamed to show less.
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.
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...
One hears all sorts of things. The question is whether they matter.
Middlemarch is a novel that is diminished by being put on the screen. It can't help but be, because so much of what we enjoy in Middlemarch is the interplay between what the characters do and what we...
Lyra swore with every word she knew.