Being cheerful starts now, Will thought as hard as he could, but it was like trying to hold a fighting wolf still in his arms when it wanted to claw at his face and tear out his throat; nevertheless,...
Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would... and then someone passed me a bit of some sweet stuff, and su...
But Balthamos couldn't tell; he only knew that half his heart had been extinguished. He couldn't keep still: he flew up again, scouring the sky as if to seek out Baruch in this cloud or that, calling,...
But I stopped believing there was a power of good and a power of evil that were outside us. And I came to believe that good and evil are names for what people do, not for what they are. All we can say...
But it didn’t seem to Lyra that she would ever grow up.
But there had always been ghosts in the mountains, everyone knew that.
But think of Adam and Eve like an imaginary number, like the square root of minus one: you can never see any concrete proof that it exists, but if you include it in your equations, you can calculate a...
By the light of a candle, he composed a letter, saying everything as briefly as possible:
Can you imagine my astonishment, in turn, at learning that part of my own nature was female, and bird-formed, and beautiful?
Death is going to die.
Doesn't it scare you having your death close by all the time? said Lyra. Why ever would it? If he's there, you can keep an eye on him. I'd be a lot more nervous not knowing where he was.
Dust is only a name for what happens when matter begins to understand itself.
Every advance in human life, every scrap of knowledge and wisdom and decency we have has been torn by one side from the teeth of the other.
Everyone's dæmon instantly became warlike: each child was accompanied by fangs, or claws, or bristling fur, and Pantalaimon, contemptuous of the limited imaginations of these gyptian demons, became a...
Everyone, from the Mother Superior to the priests to my parents--they were so upset and reproachful...I felt as if something they all passionately believed in depended on me carrying on with something...
Everything has a meaning, if only we could read it,
Finally, and almost simultaneously, the children discovered what it was like to be drunk. Do they like doing this? gasped Roger, after vomiting copiously. Yes, said Lyra, in the same condition. And so...
Good intentions never wrote a story worth reading.
Half a dozen brats turned with expressions of derision, and Lyra threw her cigarette down, recognizing the cue for a fight. Everyone's daemon instantly became warlike: each child was accompanied by fa...
He was liked when noticed, but not noticed much, and that did him no harm either.
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