The Amber Spyglass Quotes & Sayings

And now, you till come, — Robert Hugh Benson

Happiness is not in money, but in shopping. — Marilyn Monroe

But we can trust him Roger, I swear," she said with a final effort,"Because he's Will. — Philip Pullman

Though Emerson is a firm believer in the equality of the female sex, he has some secret reservations, and one of them involves the car. (There is something about these machines that makes men want to pound their chests and roar like gorillas. I speak figuratively, of course.) — Elizabeth Peters

On THE AMBER SPYGLASS:
If this plotline was a motorist, it would have been arrested for driving while intoxicated, if it had not perished in the horrible drunk accident where it went headlong over the cliff of the author's preachy message, tumbled down the rocky hillside, crashed, and burned. — John C. Wright

Corruption and envy and lust for power. Cruelty and coldness. A vicious probing curiousity. Pure, poisonous, toxic malice. You have never from your earliest years shown a shred of compassion for sympathy or kindness without calculating how it would return to your advantage. You have tortured and killed without regret or hesitation; you have betrayed and intrigued and gloried in your treachery. You are a cess-pit of moral filth. — Philip Pullman

We have to be all those difficult things like cheerful and kind and curious and patient, and we've got to study and think and work hard, all of us, in all our different world, and then we'll build ... — Philip Pullman

As an artist, you want to do roles that challenge you and say something. — Jussie Smollett

You are a cesspit if moral filth. — Philip Pullman

I thought physics could be done to the glory of God, till I saw there wasn't any God at all and that physics was more interesting anyway. The Christian religion is a very powerful and convincing mistake, that's all. — Philip Pullman

Mankind's obsession with money and greed has them going down a one way street to their demise. — Steven Magee

Oh, I find whatever you do a source of perpetual fascination. — Philip Pullman