When you live for many hundreds of years, you know that every opportunity will come again. — 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
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
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
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
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
“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
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
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
“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
“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
Lonely? I don't know. They tell me this is cold. I don't know what cold is, because I don't freeze. So I don't know… — Philip Pullman Copy Share
Just finished 'Secrecy' - truly enthralling both as a love story and as a tale of suspense - but much more than both. — Philip Pullman Copy Share
“As Auden is believed to have said, no poem saved a single Jew from the gas chambers. Never mind. Write the poems anyway. Play… — Philip Pullman Copy Share
