She was riding a bear! And the Aurora was swaying above them in golden arcs and loops, and all around was the bitter Arctic cold and the immense silence of the North.
Philip PullmanA story, to me, has a particular sprite, like the angel of the spirit of that story - and it's my job to attend to what it wants to do.
Philip PullmanThe Specters feast as vampires feast on blood, but the Spectersโ food is attention. A conscious and informed interest in the world. The immaturity of children is less attractive to them.
Philip Pullman