People are too complicated to have simple labels.

So Lyra and her daemon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked toward the sun, and walked into the sky.

I am a strong believer in the tyranny, the dictatorship, the absolute authority of the writer.

...because where we are is always the most important place.

All stories teach, whether the storyteller intends them to or not. They teach the world we create. They teach the morality we live by. They teach it much more effectively than moral precepts and instructions.

I was born in Norwich in 1946, and educated in England, Zimbabwe, and Australia, before my family settled in North Wales.

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.