Speaking for myself, I've always found great intelligence in a woman a highly attractive feature.

Philip Pullman

Philip Pullman

Profession: Author
Nationality: British

Some suggestions for you :

If there is a war to be fought, we don't consider cost one of the factors in deciding whether or not to fight.

It's important to put it like that: not I am a writer, but rather I write stories. If you put the emphasis on yourself rather than your work, you're in danger of thinking that you're the most important thing. But you're not. The story is what matters, and you're only the servant. Your job is to get it out on time and in good order.

You don't win races by wishing, you win them by running faster than everyone else does.

Lee was too cool by nature to rage at fate; his manner was to raise an eyebrow and greet it laconically.

Her last conscious thought was disgust at life; her senses had lied to her. The world was not made of energy and delight but of foulness, betrayal, and lassitude. Living was hateful, and death was no better, and from end to end of the universe this was the first and last and only truth.

To get the best out of life here ...Good grief. There's plenty of it about, so indulge. Give yourself some thing to remember. Fall in love. Fall out of love. Gamble. Get drunk. See how long you can stay awake. Go for long walks at night. Discover what you're afraid of doing, and then do it.

If you speak to people, you just attract their attention, he said, with a shaking voice. You should just keep quiet and still and they overlook you. I've been doing it all my life. I know how to do it. Your way, you just—you make yourself visible.

Hold the question in your mind, but lightly, like it was something alive.

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 dragon the size of a deer-hound.

Whatever Mal says, I believe. So take that fucking smile off your face, you.

Seems to me the place to fight cruelty is where you find it, and the place you give help is where you see it needed.

Marisa! Marisa! The cry was torn from Lord Asriel, and with the snow leopard beside her, with a roaring in her ears, Lyra's mother stood and found her footing and leapt with all her heart, to hurl herself against the angel and her daemon and her dying lover, and seize those beating wings, and bear them all down together into the abyss.

Oh, I find whatever you do a source of perpetual fascination.

You might not have more courage, but you should be ashamed to show less.