Philip Pullman Quotes

“I'm trying to undermine the basis of Christian belief... I'm not in the business of offending people. I find the books upholding certain values that I think are important, such as life is immensely valuable and this world is an extraordinarily beautiful place. We should do what we can to increase the amount of wisdom in the world.

[Washington Post interview, 19 February 2001]”
― philip pullman

“So Lyra and her daemon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked toward the sun, and walked into the sky.”
― Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass

“I thought physics could be done to the glory of God, till I saw there wasn’t any God at all and that physics was more interesting anyway. The Christian religion is a very powerful and convincing mistake, that’s all.”
― Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass

“Thou shalt not' is soon forgotten, but 'Once upon a time' lasts forever.”
― Philip Pullman

“Everything about her in that moment was soft, and that was one of his favorite memories later on--her tense grace made tender by the dimness, her eyes and hands and especially her lips, infinitely soft. He kissed her again and again, and each kiss was nearer to the last one of all.

Heavy and soft with love, they walked back to the gate. Mary and Serafina were waiting.

"Lyra--" Will said.

And she said, "Will."

He cut a window into Cittàgazze. They were deep in the parkland around the great house, not far from the edge of the forest. He stepped through for the last time and looked down over the silent city, the tiled roofs gleaming in the moonlight, the tower above them, the lighted ship waiting out on the still sea.

He turned to Serafina and said as steadily as he could, "Thank you, Serafina Pekkala, for rescuing us at the belvedere, and for everything else. Please be kind to Lyra for as long as she lives. I love her more than anyone has ever been loved.”
― philip pullman

“There are some themes, some subjects, too large for adult fiction; they can only be dealt with adequately in a children’s book. In adult literary fiction, stories are there on sufferance. Other things are felt to be more important: technique, style, literary knowingness… The present-day would-be George Eliots take up their stories as if with a pair of tongs. They’re embarrassed by them. If they could write novels without stories in them, they would. Sometimes they do. We need stories so much that we’re even willing to read bad books to get them, if the good books won’t supply them. We all need stories, but children are more frank about it.”
― Philip Pullman

“But we can trust him Roger, I swear," she said with a final effort,"Because he's Will.”
― Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass

“Every atom of me and every atom of you.”
― Philip Pullman

“On THE AMBER SPYGLASS:

"If this plotline was a motorist, it would have been arrested for driving while intoxicated, if it had not perished in the horrible drunk accident where it went headlong over the cliff of the author's preachy message, tumbled down the rocky hillside, crashed, and burned.”
― John C. Wright, Transhuman and Subhuman: Essays on Science Fiction and Awful Truth

“Whenever you turn your head, your deaths dodge behind you. Wherever you look, they hide. They hide in a teacup. Or in a dewdrop. Or in a breath of wind.”
― Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass

“Princess, princess, youngest daughter,
Open up and let me in!
Or else your promise by the water
Isn’t worth a rusty pin.
Keep your promise, royal daughter,
Open up and let me in!”
― Philip Pullman, Fairy Tales from the Brothers Grimm: A New English Version

“Well, where is God," said Mrs Coulter, "if he's alive? And why doesn't he speak anymore? At the beginning of the world, God walked in the garden and spoke with Adam and Eve. Then he began to withdraw, and Moses only heard his voice. Later, in the time of Daniel, he was aged - he was the Ancient of Days. Where is he now? Is he still alive, at some inconceivable age, decrepit and demented, unable to think or act or speak and unable to die, a rotten hulk? And if that IS his condition, wouldn't it be the most merciful thing, the truest proof of our love for God, to seek him out and give him the gift of death?”
― Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass

“Imagine the same scene in HAMLET if Pullman had written it. Hamlet, using a mystic pearl, places the poison in the cup to kill Claudius. We are all told Claudius will die by drinking the cup. Then Claudius dies choking on a chicken bone at lunch. Then the Queen dies when Horatio shows her the magical Mirror of Death. This mirror appears in no previous scene, nor is it explained why it exists. Then Ophelia summons up the Ghost from Act One and kills it, while she makes a speech denouncing the evils of religion. Ophelia and Hamlet are parted, as it is revealed in the last act that a curse will befall them if they do not part ways.”
― John C. Wright, Transhuman and Subhuman: Essays on Science Fiction and Awful Truth

“Quando eravamo vivi ci dicevano che, una volta morti, saremmo andati in cielo. E dicevano che questo cielo era un luogo di gaudio e gloria celeste, dove saremmo rimasti in eterno in compagnia di santi e angeli che lodano l'Onnipotente, in stato di beatitudine. Questo dicevano. Ed è questo che ha indotto alcuni di noi a dare la vita, e altri a passare anni in preghiera solitaria, mentre tutte le gioie dell'esistenza si sprecavano attorno a noi senza che noi le conoscessimo.
Ma la terra della morte non è un luogo di premio o un luogo di castigo. E' il luogo del nulla. Accoglie tanto i buoni quanto i malvagi, e tutti languiamo per sempre in questa penombra, senza speranza di libertà, o di gioia, o di sonno, o di riposo, o di pace.
Ma ora questa ragazzina è venuta a offrirci una via d'uscita, e io la seguirò. Anche se ciò significasse l'oblio, amici, lo accoglierò a braccia aperte, perchè non sarà comunque il nulla; saremo di nuovo vivi in migliaia di steli d'erba, in milioni di foglie, cadremo con le gocce di pioggia e spireremo nella fresca brezza, scintilleremo nella rugiada sotto le stelle e la luna fuori di qui, nel mondo fisico che è la nostra casa come sempre fu.”
― Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass

“Ahead of them, over the mountains to the north, the pale arcs and loops of the Northern Lights began to glow and tremble. Lyra saw through half-closed eyes, and felt a sleepy thrill of perfect happiness, to be speeding north under the Aurora.”
― Philip Pullman, Northern Lights