Quotes About Philip Pullman

St. Augustine had said, "Angel is the name of their office, not of their nature. If you seek the name of their nature, it is spirit; if you seek the name of their office, it is angel; from what they are, spirit, from what they do, angel.

I'm with the fool in the psalm. You thought we could get on without you; no – you didn't care whether we got on without you or not. You just got up and left. So that's what we're doing, we're getting on.

Who was that?" said Will, trembling, facing the two angels. "That was Metatron," said Balthamos.

I thought physics could be done to the glory of God, till I saw there wasn't any God at all

Another crack, and this time the bullet went deep somewhere inside, seeking out the centre of his life. He thought: it won't find it there. Hester's my centre.

What is he? A friend or an enemy? The alethiometer answered: He is a murderer.

If that was Tom Simms," said Audrey, "I'd say he was probably drunk and his mermaid was a porpoise.

You are an enemy of the Church, Lee Scoresby. By their fruits shall ye know them.

If there's an invisible assassin in this place, I can only imagine it's the Devil himself, I dare say he feels quite at home.

We shouldn't be afraid of the obvious, because stories are about life, and life is full of obvious things like food and sleep and love and courage which you don't stop needing just because you're a good reader.

Oh! You're Lord Asriel!" "That's right. But how are you going to test the truth of that claim?" "What's the baby's name?" "Lyra." "And what's her dæmon called?" "Pantalaimon.

it must have been the case that there had been an angel among the hostages, that he'd struck down the leader as punishment for shooting the farmer, and then vanished, probably flown back to heaven." "No doubt." "Or to Calvi's.

Seems to me," Lee said, feeling for the words. "Seems to me, the place you find cruelty is where you find it. And the place you give help is where you see it needed. Or is that wrong, Dr Grumman? I'm only an ignorant aëronaut.

And there it was: like a sheet of glass hanging unsupported in the air, but glass with no attention-catching reflections in it: just a square patch of difference.

When I'm writing, I'm more conscious of the sound, actually, than the meaning. I know what the rhythm of the sentence is going to be before I know what the words are going to be in it.

La serpiente era más sutil que cualquier animal del campo creado por Dios. Génesis

Lyra ook niet.' 'Elfenmelk,' zei ze. 'Wat doet dat met je? Is ze nu ook een elfje?

Reason had brought her to this state. She had exalted reason over every other faculty. The result had been—was now—the deepest unhappiness she had ever felt.

Alexander was given a reward, and he went on to become a great hunter of atheists and pagans.

The ghosts who had come with them were hurrying towards the town, so many that they looked like the grains of sand that trickle towards the hole of an hourglass

Marcel Delamare asked the question with enormous and unconcealed patience.

In the gloom, though, Lyra sensed the presence of the Dust, for the air seemed to be full of dark intentions, like the forms of thoughts not yet born.

I never heard about that!' said Lyra, indignant. She considered it a deplorable lapse on the part of her subjects not to tell her everything and at once.

What Mrs. Coulter was saying seemed to be accompanied by a scent of grownupness, something disturbing but enticing at the same time; it was the smell of glamour.