Countless outcasts and freethinkers have found refuge in Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials. He told us that it was OK to disobey and to question. We could be whoever we wanted to be, believe whatever we wanted to believe, and we didn't have to apologize for it. The value of that message cannot be overstated, and it was delivered with unrivaled prowess and skill. Pullman was a master storyteller. He could leave us in shock or on the verge of tears. There were moments when we'd have to take a step back, catch our breath, and recognize just how beautiful his words could be.
I will never forget those moments, and I hope nobody else does either. These books should be passed down from parent to child, kept as heirlooms, and cherished for generations. They belong on the shelf with all of the greatest works of western literature. Nobody who has read them could possibly deny that they are masterpieces.
It is with a spirit of dedication and honor that we memorialize the scenes that swayed the soul.