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said to Chen, Do you know of anyone who has gone inside? He said, One man. He did not return. No one returns.
We were hedged in by imperatives: it’s absolutely necessary to investigate these roses; it’s absolutely impossible to do so without going in and never returning.
There was no one else alive to whom she could talk about it, except for Serafina Pekkala, the witch queen; but witches were different, and anyway she hadn’t seen Serafina since that journey to the Arctic so many years before.
I mean yeah literally all witches did the same thing and Serafina knows your secret. Why cant ypu admit you know her? Also how do you explain vanishing from your mom's house
It told the story of a young man who set out to kill God, and succeeded.
The final sentence read, “It was nothing more than what it was.”
Since they started reading The Hypercolonics or whatever it’s called, they’ve become arrogant and unpleasant in all kinds of ways. Ignoring their dæmons, as if they didn’t exist.
Simon Talbot?
The one where he pretends that dæmons are merely—what is it?—psychological projections with no independent reality.
“If philosophy says I don’t exist, then yes, philosophy is contemptible. I do exist.
There had been something he’d wanted to tell her about that little notebook from the rucksack, the one with the names and addresses, but now he’d keep that to himself.
the housekeeper wasn’t that old at all, really. She could easily have children of her own still.
Lyra had discovered how to listen, how to respond and encourage these people to say a little more than they meant to,
It was her bland voice, her wide-eyed, innocent look, and she was secretly glad to see they still worked, because he had not the faintest idea how to respond.
But I’m sure the old Master said that Lord Asriel had left plenty. I’m sure of it.”
But everyone has to do that. Move away from home, I mean. Go out and make their own life.”
she was amazed at her own confidence, her own luck. Her stock of those qualities felt low at the moment.
but in Dr. Polstead’s account there was no horse…. “I thought there was a horse,” Lyra said. “No horse,” said Alice.
When Malcolm pushed it in among your blankets, it was the first time it had changed hands honestly for hundreds of years. And I think that broke the pattern.”

