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She gathered herself and went through her checklist, dealing one by one with the things that might make her conspicuous, so that once she was in control, she seemed only like the meekest, most passive, least determined bystander, no one worth taking an interest in. In
I know someone else who set out to go there, but I don’t know what happened to him.
only possible candidate was Marcel Delamare.
were they part of the Magisterium because of their beliefs, or something else altogether because of their activities?
She’d hugged to herself the phrase “the Republic of Heaven,” but never analyzed what it might mean. When she’d thought about it at all, she’d thought that rationality was the very foundation stone of the Republic of Heaven. That
A scoffing refusal to go to an exhibition of paintings on religious themes by the parent of a friend.
She had done wrong, and her wrongdoing was bound up, somehow, with a vision of the world from which the secret commonwealth was excluded.
Did the harpies belong to the secret commonwealth? Was the world of the dead, the world they dwelt in, part of that? Or had she imagined it, and was her imagination just a spindrift of falsity?
Lol well if anything that hapens in a previous book could be just lolz it was just a dream then whats the point of reading any of that
They were neither well- nor ill-disposed to human beings by nature, but sometimes their purposes intersected or coincided with human ones.
But we shouldn’t believe things because it makes us happy to, she thought. We should believe things because they’re true, and if that makes us unhappy, that’s very unfortunate, but it’s not the fault of reason.
Occam’s razor; things are more likely to be simple than complicated; if there is an explanation that leaves out things like imagination and emotion, then it’s more likely to be true than one that includes them.
Occams razor is onky for things you cant observe directly. A lot of true factual thongs are weird and complicated.
When I believed in the jacky lanterns, I saw more of them. Was that delusional? Was I making them up or seeing them?
Pan, you should be here. This dæmon needs you. You shouldn’t have left me.
love and bliss was still there, but shot through now with anxiety. She had to do something. She had to go somewhere. The cat was urging her to follow,
Perhaps it was the little dæmon himself who sensed a loneliness and desolation in Lyra, and came to give her comfort—not the other way round at all.
I found out one thing straightaway. It protects against the nausea in the new method.
Nothing…Almost nothing has ever felt worse.
I will never deny the truth of my senses!

