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

Men and women are moved by tides much fiercer than you can imagine, and they sweep us all up into the current.

Maybe sometimes we don't do the right thing because the wrong thing looks more dangerous, and we don't want to look scared, so we go and do the wrong thing just because it's dangerous. We're more concerned with not looking scared than with judging right.

We are all subject to the fates. But we must act as if we are not, or die of despair.

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.

I seemed to have spent the whole time either reading, which I loved, or laughing, which I love, or fooling about, which I loved. There was the usual teenage angst: "Nobody understands me" and "I'm the only genius in the world" and all that stuff. But that didn't get very deep.

She longed for cutlasses, pistols, and brandy; she had to make do with coffee, and pencils, and verbs.