My Books Are About Killing God.

And Think What Worrying Does: Has Anyone Ever Added A Single Hour To The Length Of His Life By Worrying About It?

I Told Him I Was Going To Betray You, And Betray Lyra, And He Believed Me Because I Was Corrupt And Full Of Wickedness; He Looked So Deep I Felt Sure He'd See The Truth. But I Lied Too Well. I Was Lying With Every Nerve And Fiber And Everything I'd Ever Done...i Wanted Him To Find No Good In Me, And He Didn't. There Is None.

The First Ghost To Leave The World Of The Dead Was Roger. He Took A Step Forward, And Turned To Look Back At Lyra, And Laughed In Surprise As He Found Himself Turning Into The Night, The Starlight, The Air. . .and Then He Was Gone, Leaving Behind Such A Vivid Little Burst Of Happiness.

The Crucifixion Saved Him [jesus]. He Never Had To Deal With The Fact That The Kingdom Of God Wasn't Ever Going To Come. His Disciples, Of Course, Had To Deal With It, And Little By Little They Had To Realize That It's A Metaphorical Thing. Well, That's Not What Jesus Meant. I'm Fairly Sure He Meant It Literally. But He Must Have Been The Most Fascinating Man.

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