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Philip Pullman

"She shook her head and whispered, 'No. No! That can't be true. Impossible!''You think things have to be possible? Things have to be true!"

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"She shook her head and whispered, 'No. No! That can't be true. Impossible!''You think things have to be possible? Things have to be true!"

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"What you believe, that is your truth, that you will attract and, for sure, that will manifest in your life."

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"Sometimes the truth hurts. And sometimes it feels real good."

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"Be true to your love to be true to yourself."

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"To forsake wisdom is to seek folly, to seek folly is to seek evil, to seek evil is to be in the arms of the devil, and to be in the arms of the devil is be in the arms of death."

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"If you light a fire, you cannot conceal the smoke."

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"If life is nothing more than a journey to death, autumn makes sense but spring does not."

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"Once you let the truth loose it is like setting a fire that you can't stop."

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"Even if false gold makes a man happy:At the mint it will be identified."

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"I will make a bargain with the Republicans. If they will stop telling lies about Democrats, we will stop telling the truth about them."

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"The word of God is a testimony of warning."

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"As for what it's against - the story is against those who pervert and misuse religion, or any other kind of doctrine with a holy book and a priesthood and an apparatus of power that wields unchallengeable authority, in order to dominate and suppress human freedoms."
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"I feel with some passion that what we truly are is private, and almost infinitely complex, and ambiguous, and both external and internal, and double- or triple- or multiply natured, and largely mysterious even to ourselves; and furthermore that what we are is only part of us, because identity, unlike 'identity', must include what we do. And I think that to find oneself and every aspect of this complexity reduced in the public mind to one property that apparently subsumes all the rest ('gay', 'black', 'Muslim', whatever) is to be the victim of a piece of extraordinary intellectual vulgarity."
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"Princess, princess, youngest daughter,Open up and let me in!Or else your promise by the waterIsn't worth a rusty pin.Keep your promise, royal daughter,Open up and let me in!"
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"People are too complicated to have simple labels."
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"What I couldn't help noticing was that I learned more about the novel in a morning by trying to write a page of one than I'd learned in seven years or so of trying to write criticism."
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"The intentions of a tool are what it does. A hammer intends to strike, a vise intends to hold fast, a lever intends to lift. They are what it is made for. But sometimes a tool may have other uses that you don't know. Sometimes in doing what you intend, you also do what the knife intends, without knowing."
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"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."
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"All writing is difficult. The most you can hope for is a day when it goes reasonably easily. Plumbers don't get plumber's block, and doctors don't get doctor's block; why should writers be the only profession that gives a special name to the difficulty of working, and then expects sympathy for it?"
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"And Will knew what it was to see his dA mon. As she flew down to the sand, he felt his heart tighten and release in a way he never forgot. Sixty years and more would go by, and as an old man he would still feel some sensations as bright and fresh as ever: Lyra's fingers putting the fruit between his lips under the gold-and-silver trees; her warm mouth pressing against his; his dA mon being torn from his unsuspecting breast as they entered the world of the dead; and the sweet rightfulness of her coming back to him at the edge of the moonlight dunes."
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