Auf der Suche nach einer Beschäftigung ging Mary zu den Netzknüpfern und bot ihre Hilfe an. Als sie sah, wie die Mulefa arbeiteten, nicht jeder für sich nämlich, sondern immer zu zweit, weil sie jeweils zwei Rüssel brauchten, um einen Knoten zu knüpfen, fiel ihr ein, wie die Mulefa über ihre Hände gestaunt hatten, mit denen sie natürlich ganz allein solche Tätigkeiten ausführen konnte. Zuerst hatte sie das Gefühl, den Mulefa dadurch überlegen zu sein - sie brauchte niemand anders. Doch dann wurde ihr klar, dass sie sich dadurch von den anderen isolierte. Vielleicht waren alle Menschen so. Von da an verwendete sie nur noch eine Hand zum Knotenknüpfen und teilte die Arbeit mit einem weiblichen Zalif, mit dem sie sich besonders angefreundet hatte.
Philip PullmanVielleicht tun wir manchmal nicht das Richtige, weil das Falsche uns gefährlicher erscheint. Wir wollen aber nicht, dass jemand denken könnte, wir hätten Angst. Deshalb tun wir das Falsche, nur weil es gefährlich ist. Uns ist es wichtiger, furchtlos zu erscheinen, als richtig zu urteilen.
Philip PullmanAls Christin hatte sie sich zugehörig gefühlt. Nach ihrem Austritt aus der Kirche war sie unendlich frei gewesen, aber auch ohne Halt in einem Universum ohne Zweck.
Philip PullmanI feel with some passion that what we truly are is private, and almost infinitely complex, and ambiguous, and both external and internal, and double- or triple- or multiply natured, and largely mysterious even to ourselves; and furthermore that what we are is only part of us, because identity, unlike "identity", must include what we do. And I think that to find oneself and every aspect of this complexity reduced in the public mind to one property that apparently subsumes all the rest ("gay", "black", "Muslim", whatever) is to be the victim of a piece of extraordinary intellectual vulgarity.
Philip PullmanMots clés wisdom equality identity
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, crying, calling; and then he'd be overcome with guilt, and fly down to urge Will to hide and keep quiet, and promise to watch over him tirelessly; and then the pressure of his grief would crush him to the ground, and he'd remember every instance of kindness and courage that Baruch had ever shown, and there were thousands, and he'd forgotten none of them; and he'd cry that a nature so gracious could ever be snuffed out, and he'd soar into the skies again, casting about in every direction, reckless and wild and stricken, cursing the air, the clouds, the stars.
Philip PullmanMots clés grief
You think things have to be possible? Things have to be true !
Philip PullmanLonely? I don't know. They tell me this is cold. I don't know what cold is, because I don't freeze. So I don't know what lonely means either. Bears are made to be solitary.
Philip PullmanThe Christian religion is a very powerful and convincing mistake.
Philip PullmanMots clés truth power justice christianity god religion atheism mistake skepticism agnosticism
Tirelessly they flew on and on, and tirelessly she kept pace. She felt a fierce joy possessing her, that she could command these immortal presences. And she rejoiced in her blood and flesh, in the rough pine bark she felt next to her skin, in the beat of her heart and the life of all her senses, and in the hunger she was feeling now, and in the presence of her sweet-voiced bluethroat dæmon, and in the earth below her and the lives of every creature, plant and animal both; and 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.
Philip PullmanMots clés life death joy ruta-skadi
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I know whom we must fight...it is the Church. For all its history, it's tried to suppress and control every natural impulse.That is what the Church does, and every church is the same: control, destroy, obliterate every good feeling.
Philip PullmanMots clés organized-religion
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