On a cold, fretful afternoon in early October, 1872, a hansom cab drew up outside the offices of Lockhart and Selby, Shipping… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
No,' he said, 'memory's a poor thing to have. It's your own real hair and mouth and arms and eyes and hands… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful,… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
The state of mind which I put myself when I tell a story is one in which superstition flourishes very easily. And I welcome… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
Religion grants its adherents malign, intoxicating and morally corrosive sensations. Destroying intellectual freedom is always evil, but only religion makes doing evil feel quite… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
We don't need lists of rights and wrongs, tables of do's and don'ts: we need books, time, and silence. Thou shalt not is soon… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
All the stories of the Bible that I know came to me first from my grandfather's lips... He would see stories in everything. He… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
What I do say is that I can write verse, and that the writing of verse in strict form is the best possible training… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
“Middlemarch is a novel that is diminished by being put on the screen. It can't help but be, because so much of what we… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
I have maintained a passionate interest in education, which leads me occasionally to make foolish and ill-considered remarks alleging that not everything is well… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
And think what worrying does: has anyone ever added a single hour to the length of his life by worrying about it? — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
“The question authors get asked more than any other is "Where do you get your ideas from?" And we all find a way of… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
“We are all subject to the fates. But we must all act as if we are not,” said the witch, “or die of despair.… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
