Being a practiced liar doesn’t mean you have a powerful imagination. Many good liars have no imagination at all; it’s that which gives their lies such wide-eyed conviction.

—Philip Pullman, Northern Lights

Northern Lights

In general, I don’t like movies about children. What I learned reading this book is that I may not actually like books about children either. This bodes ill for the rest of the series.

(This was a problem with my response to Carson McCullers’s fiction as well, but one that I got past because of the narration.)

There’s plenty of folk as’d like a lion as a daemon 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.

Northern Lights