You en't human, Lord Asriel. You en't my father. My father wouldn't treat me like that. Fathers are supposed to love there daughters, en't they? You don't love me, and I don't love you, and that's a fact. I love Farder Coram, and I love Iorek Byrnison; I love an armoured bear more'n I
love my father. And I bet Iorek loves me more'n you do.

Lyra Silvertongue, Northern Lights, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

Lyra: You're my father, en't you?
Asriel: Yes. So what?
Lyra: So you should have told me before, that's what. You shouldn't hide things like that from people, because they feel stupid when they find out, and that's cruel. What difference would it make if I knew I was your daughter? You could have said it years ago. You could've told me and asked me to keep it a secret, and I would, no matter how young I was, I'd have done that if you asked me. I'd have been so proud nothing would've torn it out of me, if you had asked me to keep it a secret. But you never. You let other people know, but you never told me.

Northern Lights, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

Perhaps we don't mean the same thing by choice, Mr Scoresby. Witches own nothing, so we're not interested in preserving value or making profits, and as for the choice between one thing and another, when you live for many hundreds of years you will know that every opportunity will come again. We have different needs. You have to repair your balloon and keep it in good condition and that takes time and trouble, I see that; but for us to fly, all we have to do is tear off a branch of cloud pine; any will do, and there are plenty more. We don't feel cold, so we need no warm clothes. We have no means of exchange apart from mutual aid. If a witch needs something, another witch will give it to her. If there is a war to be fought we don't consider cost one of the factors in deciding whether or not it is right to fight. Nor do we have any notion of honor, as bears do, for instance. An insult to a bear is a deadly thing. To us... inconceivable. How could you insult a witch? Would it matter if you did?

Serafina Pekkala, Northern Lights, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

Belacqua? No. You are Lyra Silvertongue. To fight him is all I want. Come, little daemon.

Iorek Byrnison, Northern Lights, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

Bears! The terms of combat are these. If Iofar Raknoson kills me, then he will be king for ever, safe from challenge or dispute, If I kill Iofar Raknison, I shall be your king. My first order to you all will be to tear down that palace, that perfumed house of mockery and tinsel, and hurl the gold and marble in to the sea. Iron is bear-metal. Gold is not. Iofar Raknison has polluted Svalbard. I have come to cleanse it. Iofar Raknison, I challenge you.

Iorek Byrnison, Northern Lights, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman

Marisa Coulter: We couldn't work together, you and I.
Lord Asriel: No? You and I could take the universe to pieces and put it together again, Marisa! We could find the source of Dust and stifle it for ever! And you'd like to be part of that great work; don't lie to to me about it. Lie about everything else, lie about the Oblation Board, lie about your lovers - yes, I know about Boreal, and I care nothing - lie about the Church, lie about the child, even, but don't lie about what you truly want...

Northern Lights, His Dark Materials ~ Philip Pullman