Hope holds you fast like an anchor so you don't give way.

Philip Pullman

Philip Pullman

Profession: Author
Nationality: British


Hope holds you fast like an anchor so you don't give way. Philip Pullman

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Around them there was nothing but silence, as if all the world were holding its breath.

And think what worrying does: has anyone ever added a single hour to the length of his life by worrying about it?

Besides, if you want to write something perfect, write a haiku. Anything longer is bound to have a few passages that don't work as well as they might.

The idea hovered and shivered delicately, like a soap bubble, and she dared not even look at it directly in case it burst. But she was familiar with the way of ideas, and she let it shimmer, looking away, thinking about something else.

But we can trust him Roger, I swear," she said with a final effort,"Because he's Will.

He was never the creator. He was an angel like ourselves—the first angel, true, the most powerful, but he was formed of Dust as we are, and Dust is only a name for what happens when matter begins to understand itself. Matter loves matter. It seeks to know more about itself, and Dust is formed.

Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I'd spend all my life without ever going to China, but it wouldn't matter, because there was all the rest of the world to visit.

If Mrs. Coulter saw his reaction, she didn't show it. She went on: Look, Will, I don't know how you came to meet my daughter, and I don't know what you know already, and I certainly don't know if I can trust you; but equally, I'm tired of having to lie. So here it is: the truth.

Truly, he said, I am dead … I'm dead, and I'm going to Hell … Hush, said Lyra, we'll go together.

We have to build the Republic of Heaven where we are, because for us, there is no elsewhere.

Lady Harborough... was on the platform, making a short speech in which she described the valuable work her hospital fund was doing. It seemed to consist largely of rescuing unmarried mothers from poverty and subjecting them to slavery instead, with the additional disadvantage of being preached at daily by evangelical clergymen.

That is a question with too complicated an answer.

The world is a cruel place sometimes, and warm-hearted people do most of the good in it. And much of the time, they're mocked and scorned for their pains.

All she knew was that she must be in love with someone, or she wouldn't feel so miserable.