Quote by Philip Pullman
What I couldnt help noticing was that I learned more about the nov

What I couldnt help noticing was that I learned more about the novel in a morning by trying to write a page of one than Id learned in seven years or so of trying to write criticism. – Philip Pullman

Other quotes by Philip Pullman

We are all subject to the fates. But we must act as if we are not, or die of despair. – Philip Pullman

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I have maintained a passionate interest in education, which leads me occasionally to make foolish and ill-considered remarks alleging that not everything is well in our schools. – Philip Pullman

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Education
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This morning in the Washington Post there was a statistic about how 85% of Americans are Christians. – Sally Quinn

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When I wake up at 5 in the morning is it just to jog? Definitely not, I give it all of my efforts. – Haile Gebrselassie

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Previously, on Lock, Stock, I went to bed at two in the morning and woke up at five in the morning, and on this one I was known to nod off on the set occasionally. – Guy Ritchie

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As one gets older, it happens that in the morning one fails to remember the airplane trip to be taken in a few hours or the lecture scheduled for the afternoon. – Rudolf Arnheim

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Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. It is far better take things as they come along with patience and equanimity. – Carl Jung

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Learning is a tunnel experience that makes us think more broadly. – Anna Deavere Smith

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Occasionally he stumbled over the truth, but hastily picked himself up and hurried on as if nothing had happened. – Winston Churchill, “ear-witness” quoting c.1936 about Stanley Baldwi

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There is always a period when a man with a beard shaves it off. This period does not last. He returns headlong to his beard. – Jean Cocteau (1889–1963), translated from French

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