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.

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

He dared to do what men and women don't even dare to think. And look what he's done already: he's torn open the sky, he's opened the way to another world. Who else has ever done that? Who else could think of it?

Long before writing, people were telling each other stories and the audiobook goes all the way back to that tradition.

Was there only one world after all which spent its time dreaming of others?

I'm superstitious about the paper that I use, for example. I've written all my novels on a paper of a particular size with lines of a particular distance apart and with two holes in the paper for the folder clip.

And then what?" said her daemon sleepily. "Build what?" "The Republic of Heaven," said Lyra.