The need to prove who you are will vanish once you know who you are.

Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.

I think that's the real loss of innocence: the first time you glimpse the boundaries that will limit your potential.

But suppose your dæmon settles in a shape you don't like?

Well, then, you're discontented, en't you? There's plenty of folk as'd like to have a lion as a dæmon and they end up with a poodle. And till they learn to be satisfied with what they are, they're going to be fretful about it. Waste of feeling, that is.

But it didn't seem to Lyra that she would ever grow up.

Don't try to tell me what I am because I know what I am not

I don't want someone to believe my lies, I need someone to accept my truths.