Everything means something, Lyra said severely. We just have to find out how to read it.
At Gabriel College there was a very holy object on the high altar of the Oratory, covered with a black velvet cloth... At the height of the invocation the Intercessor lifted the cloth to reveal in the...
Ruta Skadi was four hundred and sixteen years old, with all the pride and knowledge of an adult witch queen. She was wiser by far than any short-lived human, but she had not the slightest idea of how...
You cannot change what you are, only what you do.
Just as she was unaware of the hidden currents of politics running below the surface of College affairs, so the Scholars, for their part, would have been unable to see the rich seething stew of allian...
I don't know where I belong, so I'm free. No one's got a hold on me.
You speak of destiny as if it was fixed.
Occasionally they would hear a harsh croak or a splash as some amphibian was disturbed, but the only creature they saw was a toad as big as Will's foot, which could only flop in a pain-filled sideways...
Lyra marveled at the effect hope could have.
I don't profess any religion; I don't think it’s possible that there is a God; I have the greatest difficulty in understanding what is meant by the words ‘spiritual’ or ‘spirituality.'
I bet you could catch bullets, she said, and threw the stick away. How do you do that?By not being human, he said. That’s why you could never trick a bear. We see tricks and deceit as plain as arms an...
Eve was tempted not by wealth or love but by knowledge.
she delighted in being of the same substance as them, and in knowing that when she died her flesh would nourish other lives as they had nourished her.
So Lyra and her daemon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked toward the sun, and walked into the sky.
She shook her head and whispered, No. No! That can't be true. Impossible!You think things have to be possible? Things have to be true!
When you stopped believing in God," he went on, "did you stop believing in good and evil?""No. But I stopped believing there was a power of good and a power of evil that were outside us. And I came to...
The evening sky was awash with peach, apricot, cream: tender little ice-cream clouds in a wide orange sky.
She’s innocent, and she loves easily.
I was connected to God like that, and because he was there, I was connected to the whole of his creation.
Tolkien, who created this marvellous vehicle, doesn't go anywhere in it. He just sits where he is. What I mean by that is that he always seems to be looking backwards, to a greater and more golden pas...