Lyra’s Oxford and Will’s would lie over each other again, like transparent images on two sheets of film being moved close and closer until they merged; although they would never truly touch.

The Amber Spyglass, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

At the word alone, Will felt a great wave of rage and despair moving outwards from a place deep within him, as if his mind were and ocean that some profound convulsion had disturbed.
All his life he’d been alone, and now he must be alone again, and this infinitely precious blessing that had come to him must be taken away almost at once.
He felt the wave build higher and steeper to darken the sky, he felt the crest tremble and begin to spill, he felt the great mass crashing down with the whole weight of the ocean behind it against the iron-bound coast of what had to be.
And he found himself gasping and shaking and crying aloud with more anger and pain than he had ever felt in his life, and he found Lyra just as helpless in his arms.
But as the wave expended its force and the waters withdrew, the bleak rocks remained; there was no arguing with fate; neither his despair nor Lyra’s had moved them a single inch.

The Amber Spyglass, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

“D’you think I could bear that I could bear that, Lyra?” he said.
“D’you think I could live happily watching you get sick and ill and fade away and then die, while I was getting stronger and more grown-up day by day?
Ten years… That’s nothing. It’d pass in a flash. We’d be in our twenties. It’s not that far ahead.
Think of that, Lyra, you and me grown up, just preparing to do all the things we want to do – and then… it all comes to an end.
Do you think I could bear to live on after you died?
Oh, Lyra, I’d follow you down to the world of the dead without thinking twice about it, just like you followed Roger; and that would be two lives gone for nothing, my life wasted like yours.
No, we should spend our whole lifetimes together, good long busy lives, and if we can’t spend them together, we… we’ll have to spend them apart.”

Will, The Amber Spyglass, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

Will said to his father’s ghost, “You said I was a warrior. You told me that was my nature, and I shouldn’t argue with it. Father, you were wrong. I fought because I had to. I can’t choose my nature, but I can choose what I do. And I will choose, because now I’m free.”

His father’s smile was full of pride and tenderness. “Well done, my boy. Well done indeed,” he said.

The Amber Spyglass, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

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 fibre and everything I’d ever done…
I wanted him to find no good in me, and he didn’t. There is none.
But I love Lyra. Where did this love come from?
I don’t know; it came to me like a thief in the night, and now I love her so much my heart is bursting with it.
All I could hope was that my crimes were so monstrous that the love was no bigger than a mustard-seed in the shadow of them, and I wished I’d committed even greater ones to hide it more deeply still…
But the mustard-seed had taken root and was growing, and the little green shoot was splitting my heart wide open, and I was afraid he’d see…

Marisa Coulter, The Amber Spyglass, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

“My daughter!” cried Lord Asriel, exulting.
“Isn’t it something to bring a child like that into the world?
You’d think it was enough to go alone to the kind of the armoured bears and trick his kingdom out of his paws – but to go down into the world of the dead and calmly let them all out – !
And that boy; I want to meet that boy; I want to shake his head.
Did we know what we were talking about when we started this rebellion? No.
But did they know – the Authority and his Regent, this Metatron – did they know what they were taking on when my daughter got involved?”

The Amber Spyglass, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

I’m troubled, and I have never been troubled before, never in doubt. Now I am full of doubt. Doubt is a human thing, not a bear thing. If I am becoming human, something’s wrong, something’s bad. And I’ve made it worse.

Iorek Byrnison, The Amber Spyglass, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

She sounded so kindly, and there was such sad wisdom in her eyes, that Will’s mistrust deepened. He felt that every word she said was a lie, every action concealed a threat, and every smile was a mask of deceit. Well he would have to deceive her in turn: he’d have to make her think he was harmless. But he had deceived every teacher and every police officer and every social worker and every neighbor who had ever taken an interest in him and his home; he’d been preparing for this all his life.

Right, he thought. I can deal with you.

The Amber Spyglass, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

When she saw how they worked, not on their own but two by two, working their trunks together to tie a knot, she realized how astonished they’d been by her hands, because of course she could tie knots on her own.
At first she felt that this gave her an advantage – she needed no one else; and then she realized how it cut her off from the others.
Perhaps all human beings were like that.

The Amber Spyglass, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

"What did he ever do that you needed to kill him?" he cried. "Tell me that, if you can!"

And she looked at the dead man. Then she looked back at Will and shook her head sadly.

"No, I can't explain," she said. "You're too young. It wouldn't make sense to you.
I loved him. That's all. That's enough."

The Subtle Knife, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

"There are two great powers," the man said, "and they've been fighting since time began.
Every advance in human life, every scrap of knowledge and wisdom and decency we have has been torn by one side from the teeth of the other.
Every little increase in human freedom has been fought over ferociously between those who want us to know more and be wiser and stronger, and those who want us to obey and be humble and submit."

The Subtle Knife, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

"But why should I fight them? I've been fighting too much, I can't go on fighting, I want to-"
"Have you won your fights?"
Will was silent. Then he said, "Yes, I suppose."
"You fought for the knife?"
"Yes, but-"
"Then you're a warrior. That's what you are. Argue with anything else, but don't argue with your own nature."
Will knew that the man was speaking the truth. But it wasn't a welcome truth. It was heavy and painful.

The Subtle Knife, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

Survival first, morals later.

Hester, The Subtle Knife, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

Lee was too cool by nature to rage at fate; his manner was to raise an eyebrow and greet it laconically.

The Subtle Knife, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

"Seems to me-" Lee said, feeling for the words- "seems to me that the place you fight cruelty is where you find it, and the place you give help is where you see it needed."

The Subtle Knife, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

"He's strange," said Ruta Skadi. "He is the same kind as Lord Asriel.
Have you looked into his eyes?"

"To tell you the truth," said Serafina Pekkala, "I haven't dared."

The Subtle Knife, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

They both sat silent on the moss-covered rock, in the slant of sunlight through the old pines, and thought how many tiny chances had conspired to bring them to this place.

The Subtle Knife, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

It was much harder for Lyra now than it had been even in the Arctic, on the way to Bolvangar, for then she'd had the gyptians and Iorek Byrnison with her, and even if the tundra was full of danger, you knew the danger when you saw it. Here, in the city that was both hers and not hers, danger could look friendly, and treachery smiled and smelt sweet.

The Subtle Knife, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

Was there only one world after all, which spent it's time dreaming of others?

The Subtle Knife, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

Will turned to Serafina and said as steadily as he could,
"Thank you, Serafina Pekkala, for rescuing us at the belvedere, and for everything else.
Please be kind to Lyra for as long as she lives.
I love her more than anyone has ever been loved."

The Amber Spyglass (His Dark Materials) ~ Philip Pullman