Philip Pullman Quotes

Suicide doesn't solve your problems. It only makes them infinitely, un-countably worse.

I envy the dead.

Guns aren't lawful; nooses give; gas smells awful. So you might as well live.

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

I lost two of the greatest men I've ever known to assassination - and a son to suicide.

I think quite often a fate worse than death is life, for lots of people.

They'll take everything, even your tears.

There is something great and terrible about suicide.

Sometimes I wonder if suicides aren't in fact sad guardians of the meaning of life.

I do not regard it as wrong to take my life, because I simply change my place of residence and go where my wife and baby are.

It's very hard to be happy when you've lost.

Because I’ve lost my children, too, and I know the ache that lives inside the heart that no amount of solace or alcohol will squelch. I know what it’s like to have the powers of a god and to not be able to hold the one thing that means the most to me. And if you think for one minute that I would ever serve that to another being, even Artemis, who I’d like to torture for eternity, then go ahead and call down your army on me. I would deserve whatever death they give. (Sin)

Death straps me to the hospital bed, claws its way onto my chest and sits there.I didn't know it would hurt this much. I didn't know that everything good that's ever happened in my life would be emptied out by it.

Just take me with you. Please. I cant. Please, Papa. I cant. I cant hold my son dead in my arms. I thought I could but I cant.

Hell is life drying up.

People believe a man is in distress because his loved one dies in one day. But his real pain is less futile: it is that he finds out that sadness too does not last. Even pain has no meaning.

that's what it was like waking up in the crypts. no-longer-dead. but without her. like burning alive.

She died on a windy gray day in March when the sky was full of darting crows and the world lay prostrate and defeated after winter. Peter Lake was at her side and it ruined him forever. It broke him as he had not ever imagined he could have been broken. He would never again be young, or able to remember what it was like to be young. What he had once taken to be pleasures would appear to him in his defeat as hideous and deserved punishments for reckless vanity.

I don't belong. Not here. Not now. I have to get back there. The bet was rigged, he made me believe. Now there's darkness in my soul. I want to die . . . again. But I choose to come back, why?

The church still meets people at the transition points. Marriages break down. Children commit suicide and leave helpless parents. Death and suffering are everywhere.

I haven't had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone's dead and my root beer's gone.

It's too late. I've seen things...I've lost things you can't understand.

The fact that I lost my mum was horrible, and if I could change anything, I would definitely change that.

I don't want to die.

I came of age during AIDS and the terror of that and the sadness and the death and the overwhelming despair.