Lyra learns to her great cost that fantasy isn’t enough. She has been lying all her life, telling stories to people, making up fantasies, and suddenly she comes to a point where that’s not enough. All she can do is tell the truth. She tells the truth about her childhood, about the experiences she had in Oxford, and that is what saves her. True experience, not fantasy - reality, not lies - is what saves us in the end.
Philip PullmanTag: reality life-lessons
But suppose your dæmon settles in a shape you don't like?
Well, then, you're discontented, en't you? There's plenty of folk as'd like to have a lion as a dæmon and they end up with a poodle. And till they learn to be satisfied with what they are, they're going to be fretful about it. Waste of feeling, that is.
But it didn't seem to Lyra that she would ever grow up.
Tag: honesty self self-awareness
One moment several things are possible, the next moment only one happens, and the rest don't exist. Except that other worlds have sprung into being, on which the did happen.
Philip PullmanMust is not the same as can, Lyra'.
'But if you must and you can, then there's no excuse!
But I know that all the things I do know are very small compared with the things that I don't know
Philip PullmanEverything about her in that moment was soft, and that was one of his favorite memories later on--her tense grace made tender by the dimness, her eyes and hands and especially her lips, infinitely soft. He kissed her again and again, and each kiss was nearer to the last one of all.
Heavy and soft with love, they walked back to the gate. Mary and Serafina were waiting.
"Lyra--" Will said.
And she said, "Will."
He cut a window into Cittàgazze. They were deep in the parkland around the great house, not far from the edge of the forest. He stepped through for the last time and looked down over the silent city, the tiled roofs gleaming in the moonlight, the tower above them, the lighted ship waiting out on the still sea.
He turned to Serafina and said as steadily as he could, "Thank you, Serafina Pekkala, for rescuing us at the belvedere, and for everything else. Please be kind to Lyra for as long as she lives. I love her more than anyone has ever been loved.
Tag: philip-pullman his-dark-materials the-amber-spyglass
So Lyra and her daemon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked toward the sun, and walked into the sky.
Philip PullmanTag: philip-pullman his-dark-materials the-golden-compass
She turned away. Behind them lay pain and death and fear; ahead of them lay doubt, and danger, and fathomless mysteries. But they weren’t alone.
So Lyra and her dæmon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked toward the sun, and walked into the sky.
many good liars have no imagination at all its which gives their lies such wide-eyed conviction
Philip PullmanCorruption and envy and lust for power. Cruelty and coldness. A vicious probing curiousity. Pure, poisonous, toxic malice. You have never from your earliest years shown a shred of compassion for sympathy or kindness without calculating how it would return to your advantage. You have tortured and killed without regret or hesitation; you have betrayed and intrigued and gloried in your treachery. You are a cess-pit of moral filth.
Philip PullmanTag: amber-spyglass marisa-coulter metatron
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