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As The Sun Fell Below The Horizon, Sir Luckless Emerged From The Waters With The Glory Of His Triumph Upon Him, And Flung Himself In His Rusted Armor At The Feet Of Amata, Who Was The Kindest And Most Beautiful Woman He Had Ever Beheld. Flushed With Success, He Begged For Her Hand And Her Heart, And Amata, No Less Delighted, Realized That She Had Found A Man Worthy Of Them.

-J. K. Rowling

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As The Sun Fell

J. K. Rowling

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As The Sun Fell Below The Horizon, Sir Luckless Emerged From The Waters With The Glory Of His Triumph Upon Him, And Flung Himself In His Rusted Armor At The Feet Of Amata, Who Was The Kindest And Most Beautiful Woman He Had Ever Beheld. Flushed With Success, He Begged For Her Hand And Her Heart, And Amata, No Less Delighted, Realized That She Had Found A Man Worthy Of Them.

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Luck Can Only Get You So Far.

I Have Never Been Remotely Ashamed Of Having Been Depressed. Never. What's To Be Ashamed Of? I Went Through A Really Rough Time And I Am Quite Proud That I Got Out Of That.

I'm Sure That I'll Never Have Another Success Like Harry Potter For The Rest Of My Life, No Matter How Many Books I Write, And No Matter Whether They're Good Or Bad.

We Do Not Need Magic To Transform Our World. We Carry All Of The Power We Need Inside Ourselves Already.

I Cared More About Your Happiness Than Your Knowing The Truth, More For Your Peace Of Mind Than My Plan, More For Your Life Than The Lives That Might Be Lost If The Plan Failed. In Other Words I Acted Exactly As Voldemort Expects We Fools Who Love To Act.

I Like A Quiet Life, You Know Me.

He Had Fought Back With Every Weapon In His Arsenal, Being Alternatively Obtuse, Evasive And Pedantic, For It Was Wonderful How You Could Obscure An Emotional Issue By Appearing To Seek Precision.

I Feel I Owe You Another Explanation Harry," Said Dumbledore Hesitantly. "you May, Perhaps, Wondered Why I Never Chose You As A Prefect? I Must Confess...that I Rather Thought...you Had Enough Responsibility To Be Going On With." Harry Looked Up At Him And Saw A Tear Trickling Down Dumbledore's Face Into His Long Silver Beard.

Snape Is Vindictive, He's Cruel. He's Not A Big Man. But He Loves. I Like Him, But I'd Also Like To Slap Him Hard.

Time Is Making Fools Of Us Again.

I’m Not A Freak. That’s A Horrible Thing To Say." "that’s Where You’re Going. A Special School For Freaks. You And That Snape Boy ... Weirdos, That’s What You Two Are..." "you Didn’t Think It Was Such A Freak’s School When You Wrote The Headmaster And Begged Him To Take You.

I Believe That Lack Of Empathy Is Behind Many Problems, And I Believe That It's Disrupting Our Society. In Great Britain, There Is A Steady Decline In The Willingness To Be Truly Generous, And By That I Don't Mean Monetary Generosity, But Friendship And Sympathy For Others.

Some Wounds Run Too Deep For The Healing.

Part Of What Makes A Language 'alive' Is Its Constant Evolution. I Would Hate To Think Britain Would Ever Emulate France, Where They Actually Have A Learned Faculty Whose Job It Is To Attempt To Prevent The Incursion Of Foreign Words Into The Language. I Love Editing Harry With Arthur Levine, My American Editor-the Differences Between 'british English' (of Which There Must Be At Least 200 Versions) And 'american English' (ditto!) Are A Source Of Constant Interest And Amusement To Me.

'-mediocre, Arrogant As His Father, A Determined Rule-breaker, Delighted To Find Himself Famous, Attention-seeking And Impertinent -' Said Severus. 'you See What You Expect To See, Severus.' Said Dumbledore.

The Only Reason To Delay At This Point Was Because The Immediate Prospect Was So Deeply Uninviting.

I Really Like How The Sixth Book Is Going. A Lot Happens In The Sixth Book And A Lot Of Questions Are Answered. I Really Have A Sense That We Are Nearly There And It Is Time For Answers, Not More Questions And Clues, Although Obviously There Are A Few Clues As I Am Not Quite Finished Yet.

He Yearned Not To Feel... He Wished He Could Rip Out His Heart, His Innards, Everything That Was Screaming Inside Him.

How Do You Remember Everything From Different Books When You Are Still Writing The Hp Series? As Obsessive Fans Will Tell You, I Do Slip Up! Several Classrooms Move Floors Mysteriously Between Books And These Are The Least Serious Continuity Errors! Most Of The Fansites Will Point You In The Direction Of My Mistakes. But The Essentials Remain Consistent From Book To Book Because The Story Has Been Plotted For A Long Time And It Is Clear In My Mind.

You Can Laugh! But People Used To Believe There Were No Such Things As The Blibbering Humdinger Or The Crumple-horned Snorkack!

You See What You Expect To See, Severus.

I Hope That Even If You Remember Not A Single Word Of Mine, You Remember Those Of Seneca, Another Of Those Old Romans I Met When I Fled Down The Classics Corridor, In Retreat From Career Ladders, In Search Of Ancient Wisdom: As Is A Tale, So Is Life: Not How Long It Is, But How Good It Is, Is What Matters.

Harry, Suffering Like This Proves You Are Still A Man! This Pain Is Part Of Being Human —” “then — I — Don’t — Want — To — Be — Human!” Harry Roared.

Muggles Have Garden Gnomes, Too, You Know," Harry Told Ron As They Crossed The Lawn. "yeah, I've Seen Those Things They Think Are Gnomes," Said Ron, Bent Double With His Head In A Peony Bush, "like Fat Little Santa Clauses With Fishing Rods.

Maybe He Murdered Myrtle; That Would’ve Done Everyone A Favor. . . .

I'm Dying!" Malfoy Yelled, As The Class Panicked. "i'm Dying, Look At Me! It's Killed Me!

Will There Ever Be An Encyclopedia? Possibly. I Would Say Two Things About The Encyclopedia: Firstly, I’ve Always Said And I Stand By It, Whenever I Do Do A Printed Encyclopedia I Would Like All The Proceeds To Go To Charity. Back In 1998 I Never Dreamt I Personally I Would Be In The Position That I Could Set Up A Large Charitable Foundation And Personally Do Things For Charity, And I’ve Done Other Charity Books Already.

October Extinguished Itself In A Rush Of Howling Winds And Driving Rain And November Arrived, Cold As Frozen Iron, With Hard Frosts Every Morning And Icy Drafts That Bit At Exposed Hands And Faces.

If You Want To See The True Measure Of A Man, Watch How He Treats His Inferiors, Not His Equals.

Hope Springs Forever.

There Was A Horrible Smell In The Kitchen The Next Morning When Harry Went In For Breakfast. It Seemed To Be Coming From A Large Metal Tub In The Sink. He Went To Have A Look. The Tub Was Full Of What Looked Like Dirty Rags Swimming In Gray Water. "what's This?" He Asked Aunt Petunia. "your New School Uniform," She Said. Harry Looked In The Bowl Again. "oh," He Said, "i Didn't Realize It Had To Be So Wet.

Dumbledore Lowered His Hands And Surveyed Harry Through His Half-moon Glasses. 'it Is Time,’ He Said, ‘for Me To Tell You What I Should Have Told You Five Years Ago, Harry. Please Sit Down. I Am Going To Tell You Everything.

The Hallows, The Hallows. A Desperate Man’s Dream!

Every Writer Must Have A Chip Of Ice In His Heart.

The Idea Of A Teenage Dumbledore Was Simply Odd, Like Trying To Imagine A Stupid Hermione Or A Friendly Blast-ended Skrewt.

One Of My Regrets Would Be That I Will Never Again Have The Pleasure Of Sneaking Into A Cafe, Any Cafe I Like, Sitting Down And Diving Into My World And No One Knowing What I Am Doing And No One Bothering About Me And Being Totally Anonymous, That Was Fantastic

Bill, Don’t Look At Me — I’m ’ideous.

There Are Those Who'll Turn Innocent Occasions To Their Advantage.

However,' Said Dumbledore, Speaking Very Slowly And Clearly So That None Of Them Could Miss A Word, 'you Will Find That I Will Only Truly Have Left This School When None Here Are Loyal To Me. You Will Also Find That Help Will Be Given At Hogwarts To Those Who Ask For It.

As Harry And Ron Rounded The Clump Of Trees Behind Which Harry Had First Heard The Dragons Roar, A Witch Leapt Out From Behind Them. It Was Rita Skeeter. She Was Wearing Acid-green Robes Today; The Quick-quotes Quill In Her Hand Blended Perfectly Against Them. "congratulations, Harry!' She Said Beaming At Him. "i Wonder If You Could Give Me A Quick Word? How You Felt Facing That Dragon? How Do You Feel Now About The Fairness Of The Scoring?" "yeah, You Can Have A Word," Said Harry Savagely. "goodbye!

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Dobby Has No Master. Dobby Is A Free Elf!

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On The Other Hand, The Prince Had Proved A Much More Effective Teacher Than Snape So Far.

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That," Said Harry, "is A Really Good Question.

I Felt I Had To Solve Everyone's Problems.

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