His massive, plain, blunt presence was enough to calm them.

Philip Pullman

Philip Pullman

Profession: Author
Nationality: British

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The world was not made of energy and delight but of foulness, betrayal, and lassitude.

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.

But I know that all the things I do know are very small compared with the things that I don't know.

Each kiss was nearer to the last one of all.

Because where we are is always the most important place.

We are all subject to the fates. But we must all act as if we are not, or die of despair...death will sweep through all the worlds; it will be the triumph of despair, forever. The universes will all become nothing more than interlocking machines, blind and empty of thought, feeling, life...

She is the goddess of the dead. She comes to you smiling and kindly, and you know it is time to die.

In some lights they were hardly there at all, just visible as a drifting quality in the light, a rhythmic evanescence, like veils of transparency turning before a mirror.

Your death taps you on the shoulder, or takes your hand, and says, ‘Come along o' me, it's time.

She lay on her bunk thinking of that savage mighty bear, and the careless way he drank his fiery spirit, and the loneliness of him in his dirty lean-to. How different it was to be human, with one's dæmon always there to talk to!

There he dwelt, a prisoner acting like a king.

It's like having to make a choice: a blessing or a curse. The one thing you can't do is choose neither.

Perhaps some particles move backwards in time; perhaps the future affects the past in some way we don't understand; or perhaps the universe is simply more aware than we are. There are many things we haven't yet learned how to read.

This is a deep and uncomfortable paradox, which will not have escaped you; we can only defend democracy by being undemocratic. Every secret service knows this paradox.