Then she was pressing her little proud broken self against his face, as close as she could get, and then they died.
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. When I tell the story of Cinderella, the sprite does not want me to make it into an allegory of the fall of communism. The sprite would be unhappy if I did that.
Philip Pullman