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So Lyra And Her Daemon Turned Away From The World They Were Born In, And Looked Toward The Sun, And Walked Into The Sky.

Imagination Is A Form Of Seeing

There's A Hunger For Stories In All Of Us, Adults Too. 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.

When You Live For Many Hundreds Of Years, You Know That Every Opportunity Will Come Again.

Was There Only One World After All Which Spent Its Time Dreaming Of Others?