When we have found all the mysteries and lost all the meaning, we will be alone, on an empty shore.

When we are pessimistic even the trees which we take rest will throw stones on us instead of shade, but if we are optimistic the trees will shower beautiful breeze and flowers on us.

Victories and defeats form part of everyone's life - everyone, that is, except cowards, as you call them, because they never lose or win.

And before I&#39;d got to the end of the first paragraph, I&#39;d come up slap bang against a fundamental problem that still troubles me today whenever I begin a story, and it&#39;s this: where am I telling it from?

Written By Philip Pullman

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