“the beast was best handled by turning it toward the sun.”

“It was as if my father had given me, by way of temperament, an impossibly wild, dark, and unbroken horse. It was a horse without a name, and a horse with no experience of a bit between its teeth. My mother taught me to gentle it; gave me the discipline and love to break it; and- as Alexander had known so intuitively with Bucephalus- she understood, and taught me, that the beast was best handled by turning it toward the sun.”

“Bibliotropic," Hugh said. "Like sunflowers are heliotropic, they naturally turn towards the sun. We naturally turn towards the bookshop.”

“So Lyra and her daemon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked toward the sun, and walked into the sky.”

“The absence of doubt will turn humans into beasts.”

“Brazil was beastly but Buenos Aires the best. Not Tiffany's, but almost.”