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It was all very well, the alethiometer telling her to be truthful, but she knew what would happen if she told the whole truth. She had to tread carefully and just avoid direct lies.
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For a long time I thought I was a poet, but that's a high title to claim.
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That's the duty of the old, to be anxious on behalf of the young. And the duty of the young is to scorn the anxiety of the old.
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This book contains a story and several other things. The other things might be connected with the story, or they might not; they might be connected to stories that haven't appeared yet. It's not easy to tell.
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The security services are alarmed. Every nation that does research into fundamental physics - what we call experimental theology - is turning to its scientists urgently to discover what's going on. Because they know that something is happening. And they suspect it has to do with other worlds.
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I'm trying to undermine the basis of Christian belief.
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'She is the goddess of the dead. She comes to you smiling and kindly, and you know it is time to die.'
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What Asriel's done has shaken everything up, Mr. Scoresby, shaken it more profoundly than it's ever been shaken before. These doorways and windows that I spoke of - they open in unexpected places now. It's hard to navigate, but this wind is a fair one.
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The Master of Jordan College is a foolish old man. Why he gave it to her I can't imagine; you need several years of intensive study to make any sense of it at all.
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'We are all subject to the fates. But we must all act as if we are not,' said the witch, 'or die of despair.'
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Every government secretary of state or minister should jolly well go to the theatre, go to a concert, go to an art gallery, go to a museum, become somehow interested in these things. If they're not interested, they shouldn't be in government, full stop.
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I love the way ravens fly; they are the most acrobatic and daring birds.
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The lizard dragged the priest’s body back to her nest, and her children feasted very well. As for the rifle, it lay in the grass where Father Gomez had laid it down, quietly turning to rust.
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How can I just go and sit in the library or somewhere and twiddle my thumbs, knowing what's going to happen? I don't intend to do that, I promise you.