We feel cold, but we don't mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn't feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It's worth being cold for that.
Philip PullmanMots clés beauty nature winter witches moonlight
I write almost always in the third person, and I don't think the narrator is male or female anyway. They're both, and young and old, and wise and silly, and sceptical and credulous, and innocent and experienced, all at once. Narrators are not even human - they're sprites.
Philip PullmanAfficher la citation en allemand
Montrer la citation en français
Montrer la citation en italien
I am a religious person, although I am not a believer.
Philip PullmanMots clés religion
Afficher la citation en allemand
Montrer la citation en français
Montrer la citation en italien
Blake said Milton was a true poet and of the Devil's party without knowing it. I am of the Devil's party and know it.
Philip PullmanMots clés devil satan paradise-lost william-blake john-milton
It was such a strange tormenting feeling when your daemon was pulling at the link between you; part physical pain deep in the chest, part intense sadness and love. Everyone tested it when they were growing up: seeing how far they could pull apart, coming back with intense relief.
Philip PullmanMots clés growing-up souls experimentation
Existem muitas coisas no mundo que ainda não aprendemos a ler.
Philip PullmanSomewhere in the garden a nightingale was singing, and a little breeze touched her hair and stirred the leaves overhead. All the different bells of the city chimed, once each, this one high, that one low, some close by, others farther off, one cracked and peevish, another grave and sonorous, but agreeing in all their different voices on what the time was, even if some of them got to it a little more slowly than others. In that other Oxford where she and Will had kissed good-bye, the bells would be chiming, too, and a nightingale would be singing, and a little breeze would be stirring the leaves in the Botanic Garden...
Philip PullmanI’ll be looking for you, Will, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again, we’ll cling together so tight that nothing and no one’ll ever tear us apart.
Philip PullmanShe 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!
Mots clés truth true impossible possible
Everything about this is embarrassing" she said. "D'you know how embarrassing it is to mention good and evil in a scientific laboratory? Have you any idea? One of the reasons I became a scientist was not to have to think about that kind of thing.
Philip Pullman« ; premier précédent
Page 21 de 23.
suivant dernier » ;
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.