“I think continually of those who were truly great...Born of the sun they traveled a short while towards the sun, and left the vivid air signed with their honor.”

“Near the snow,near the sun , in the highest fieldSee how those names are feted by the wavering grass,And by the streamers of white cloud,And whispers of wind in the listening sky;The names of those who in their lives have fought for life,Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre.Born of the sun they traveled a short while towrads the sun.And left the vivid air signed with their honour.”

“Is the work of sun worshippers to honor those who think they can see the sun? Or to worship the sun?”

“I think the sun where he were born drew all such humours from him.”

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

“Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize we were alone? I had always known the sky was full of mysteries—but not until now had I realized how full of them the earth was.”