[b]Philip Pullman
After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.[/b]
Or, for some, before them.
We don’t need a list of rights and wrongs, tables of dos and don’ts: we need books, time, and silence. Thou shalt not is soon forgotten, but Once upon a time lasts forever.
Indeed, once upon a time that was true of me. And it still is.
I think it’s perfectly possible to explain how the universe came about without bringing God into it, but I don’t know everything, and there may well be a God somewhere, hiding away. Actually, if he is keeping out of sight, it’s because he’s ashamed of his followers and all the cruelty and ignorance they’re responsible for promoting in his name. If I were him, I’d want nothing to do with them.
My kind of God then.
You cannot change what you are, only what you do.
Like the two have absolutely nothing in common.
I stopped believing there was a power of good and a power of evil that were outside us. And I came to believe that good and evil are names for what people do, not for what they are.
Like the two have absolutely nothing in common.
I write almost always in the third person, and I don’t think the narrator is male or female anyway. They’re both, and young and old, and wise and silly, and skeptical and credulous, and innocent and experienced, all at once.
Same here. Only in the first person. First person plural as it were.