My Only Real Claim To Anyone's Attention

Even If It Means Oblivion, Friends, I'll Welcome It, Because It Won't Be Nothing. We'll Be Alive Again In A Thousand Blades Of Grass, And A Million Leaves; We'll Be Falling In The Raindrops And Blowing In The Fresh Breeze; We'll Be Glittering In The Dew Under The Stars And The Moon Out There In The Physical World, Which Is Our True Home And Always Was.

Her Last Conscious Thought Was Disgust At Life; Her Senses Had Lied To Her. The World Was Not Made Of Energy And Delight But Of Foulness, Betrayal, And Lassitude. Living Was Hateful, And Death Was No Better, And From End To End Of The Universe This Was The First And Last And Only Truth.

Half A Dozen Brats Turned With Expressions Of Derision, And Lyra Threw Her Cigarette Down, Recognizing The Cue For A Fight. Everyone's Daemon Instantly Became Warlike: Each Child Was Accompanied By Fangs, Or Claws, Or Bristling Fur, And Pantalaimon, Contemptuous Of The Limited Imaginations Of These Gyptian Daemons, Became A Dragon The Size Of A Deer Hound.

All The History Of Human Life Has Been A Struggle Between Wisdom And Stupidity.

The Best Way To Get Kids To Read A Book Is To Say: 'this Book Is Not Appropriate For Your Age, And It Has All Sorts Of Horrible Things In It Like Sex And Death And Some Really Big And Complicated Ideas, And You're Better Off Not Touching It Until You're All Grown Up. I'm Going To Put It On This Shelf And Leave The Room For A While. Don't Open It.