For a long time I thought I was a poet, but that's a high title to claim.
One curious thing about growing up is that you don't only move forward in time; you move backwards as well, as pieces of your parents' and grandparents' lives come to you.
We don't need lists of rights and wrongs, tables of do's and don'ts: we need books, time, and silence. Thou shalt not is soon forgotten, but Once upon a time lasts forever.
She is the goddess of the dead. She comes to you smiling and kindly, and you know it is time to die.
Doesn't it scare you, having your death close by all the time? Said Lyra. Why ever would it? If he's there, you can keep an eye on him. I'd be a lot more nervous not knowing where he was.