If I'm Reading Something I Happen To

After Nourishment, Shelter And Companionship, Stories Are The Thing We Need Most In The World.

I Don't See Any Sign Of God In This World, In The Place Where We Live And Things We Know. It Can All Be Explained To My Mind Perfectly Satisfactorily Without God. But In The Great Darkness Beyond This Little Spark Of Light Where I Live, Of Course There May Be All Kinds Of Things. There May Be A God. So I'm Really An Agnostic.

I Am A Story Teller. If I Wanted To Send A Message I Would Have Written A Sermon.

But Suppose Your Dæmon Settles In A Shape You Don't Like? Well, Then, You're Discontented, En't You? There's Plenty Of Folk As'd Like To Have A Lion As A Dæmon And They End Up With A Poodle. And Till They Learn To Be Satisfied With What They Are, They're Going To Be Fretful About It. Waste Of Feeling, That Is. But It Didn't Seem To Lyra That She Would Ever Grow Up.

Lord, If I Thought You Were Listening, I'd Pray For This Above All: That Any Church Set Up In Your Name Should Remain Poor, And Powerless, And Modest. That It Should Wield No Authority Except That Of Love. That It Should Never Cast Anyone Out. That It Should Own No Property And Make No Laws. That It Should Not Condemn, But Only Forgive.