If You Can't Think Of What To

A Murderer Was A Worthy Companion.

And I Came To Believe That Good And Evil Are Names For What People Do, Not For What They Are. All We Can Say Is That This Is A Good Deed, Because It Helps Someone Or That's An Evil One Because It Hurts Them. People Are Too Complicated To Have Simple Labels.

And Then What?" Said Her Daemon Sleepily. "build What?" "the Republic Of Heaven," Said Lyra.

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 Told Stories Very Easily And Very Generously, So I Loved Him For That. He Was A Simple Man, A Victorian; He Was Born In 1890-something. He Saw No Reason And Had Never Seen Any Reason To Question His Christian Faith. His Faith Was Strong And Simple And That's It. And I, Like His Other Grandchildren And The Children In His Parish, Sheltered Underneath It.

Human Beings Can't See Anything Without Wanting To Destroy It. That's Original Sin. And I'm Going To Destroy It. Death Is Going To Die.