Tell him, we are not devils but we have friends who are.

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

When you choose one way out of many, all the ways you don't take are snuffed out like candles, as if they'd never existed.

...his face bore an expression that mingled haughty disdain with a tender, ardent sympathy, as if he would love all things if only his nature could let him forget their defects.

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

There is time, and there is beyond time. History belongs to time, but truth belongs to what is beyond time. In writing of things as they should have been, you are letting truth into history. You are the word of God.

I practiced on the greatest model of storytelling we've got, which is "The Iliad" and "The Odyssey." I told those stories many, many times.