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One Can Never Have Enough Socks," Said Dumbledore. "another Christmas Has Come And Gone And I Didn't Get A Single Pair. People Will Insist On Giving Me Books.

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One Can Never Have Enough Socks," Said Dumbledore. "another Christmas Has Come And Gone And I Didn't Get A Single Pair. People Will Insist On Giving Me Books.

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You'd Think I Walk Around With My Eyes Shut, Banging Off The Walls.

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Once Again You've Put Your Keen And Penetrating Mind To The Task And As Usual Come To The Wrong Conclusion!

I Had An American Journalist Say To Me, "is It True You Wrote The Whole Of The First Novel On Napkins?" I Was Tempted To Say, "on Teabags, I Used To Save Them.

Ginny, Listen... I Can’t Be Involved With You Anymore. We’ve Got To Stop Seeing Each Other. We Can’t Be Together.” “it’s For Some Stupid, Noble Reason, Isn’t It?

Neither Can Live While The Other Survives, And One Of Us Is About To Leave For Good.

The Best Of Us Must Sometimes Eat Our Words.

Once, Long Ago, Parminder Had Told Barry The Story Of Bhai Kanhaiya, The Sikh Hero Who Had Administered To The Needs Of Those Wounded In Combat, Whether Friend Or Fo. When Asked Why He Gave Aid Indiscriminately, Bahai Kanhaiya Had Replied That The Light Of God Shone From Every Soul, And That He Had Been Unable To Distinguish Between Them.

Depression Isn't Just Being A Bit Sad. It's Feeling Nothing. It's Not Wanting To Be Alive Anymore.

Well, I'm Sure You'll Find Someone Somewhere Who'll Have You.

Sword? Haven't Got A Sword. That Boy Has, Though. He'll Lend You One.

You Are Determined To Hate Him [snape], Harry,” Said Lupin With A Faint Smile. “and I Understand; With James As Your Father, With Sirius As Your Godfather, You Have Inherited An Old Prejudice. By All Means Tell Dumbledore What You Have Told Arthur And Me, But Do Not Expect Him To Share Your View Of The Matter; Do Not Even Expect Him To Be Surprised By What You Tell Him. It Might Have Been On Dumbledore’s Orders That Severus Questioned Draco.

Love Wins. It Does Win. We Know It Wins.

But I Was Willing To Embrace Mortal Life Again, Before Chasing Immortality.

Some Of Her Self-hatred Had Oozed Out With The Blood.

Dumbledore's Man Through And Through, Aren't You Potter?" "yeah I Am," Said Harry. "glad We Straightened That Out.

Life Is Not A Check-list Of Acquisition Or Achievement.

Ah, Music. A Magic Beyond All We Do Here!

Magic Harry Potter

We'll Send You A Hogwarts Toilet Seat!

I Write Nearly Every Day. Some Days I Write For Ten Or Eleven Hours. Other Days I Might Only Write For Three Hours. It Really Depends On How Fast The Ideas Are Coming.

His Priority Did Not Seem To Be To Teach Them What He Knew, But Rather To Impress Upon Them That Nothing, Not Even... Knowledge, Was Foolproof.

Daddy, Look — One Of The Gnomes Actually Bit Me!

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.

I've Laid My Friends Bare.

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

He Couldn't Know That At This Very Moment, People Meeting Up In Secret All Over The Country Were Holding Up Their Glasses And Saying In Hushed Voices: 'to Harry Potter - The Boy Who Lived!

Some Say He Died. Codswallop, In My Opinion. Dunno If He Had Enough Human Left In Him To Die. Some Say He’s Still Out There, Bidin’ His Time, Like, But I Don’ Believe It.

As Ginny And Hermione Moved Closer To The Rest Of The Family, Harry Had A Clear View Of The Bodies Lying Next To Fred: Remus And Tonks, Pale And Still And Peaceful-looking, Apparently Asleep Beneath The Dark, Enchanted Ceiling.

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

During The First Five Years That I Was Writing The Series, I Made Plans And Wrote Small Pieces Of All The Books. I Concentrate On One Book At A Time, Though Occasionally I Will Get An Idea For A Future Book And Scribble It Down For Future Reference.

I've Never Managed To Keep A Journal Longer Than Two Weeks.

Magic Has Universal Appeal. I Don't Believe In Magic In The Way That I Describe In My Books, But I'd Love It To Be Real.

Kill Me Then,' Panted Harry, Who Felt No Fear At All, But Only Rage And Contempt. 'kill Me Like You Killed Him, You Coward-' Don't-' Screamed Snape, And His Face Was Suddenly Demented, Inhuman, As Though He Was In As Much Pain As The Yelping, Howling Dog Stuck In The House Behind Them- 'call Me A Coward!

I’m Very Busy With Schoolwork, Of Course." "how Can She Be?" Said Ron In Horror. "we’re On Vacation!

I Had A Dream About A Motorcycle," Said Harry, Remembering Suddenly. "it Was Flying." Uncle Vernon Nearly Crashed Into The Car In Front. He Turned Right Around In His Seat And Yelled At Harry, His Face Like A Gigantic Beet With A Mustache: "motorcycles Don't Fly!" Dudley And Piers Sniggered. "i Know They Don't," Said Harry. "it Was Only A Dream.

The Barman Sidled Toward Them Out Of A Back Room. He Was A Grump-looking Old Man With A Great Deal Of A Long Gray Hair And A Beard. He Was Tall And Thin And Looked Vaguely Familiar To Harry.

There's Nothing Better When Something Comes And Hits You And You Think 'yes'!

Your Hair Is Much Too Long, Ronald, For A Moment I Thought You Were Ginevra.

I'm A What?" Gasped Harry. "a Wizard, O' Course," Said Hagrid, Sitting Back Down On The Sofa, Which Groaned And Sank Even Lower, "an' A Thumpin' Good'un I'd Say, Once Yeh've Been Trained Up A Bit. With A Mum An' Dad Like Yours, What Else Would Yeh Be?

You Think The Dead We Loved Ever Truly Leave Us?

Harry Potter Birthday

Imagine Losing Fingernails, Harry! That Really Puts Our Sufferings Into Perspective, Doesn't It?

Curious Indeed How These Things Happen. The Wand Chooses The Wizard, Remember...i Think We Must Expect Great Things From You, Mr. Potter... After All, He-who-must-not-be-named Did Great Things — Terrible, Yes, But Great.

Only One Pair Was Still Battling, Apparently Unaware Of The New Arrival. Harry Saw Sirius Duck Bellatrix's Jet Of Red Light: He Was Laughing At Her. 'come On, You Can Do Better Than That!' He Yelled, His Voice Echoing Around The Cavernous Room. The Second Jet Of Light Hit Him Squarely In The Chest. The Laughter Had Not Quite Died From His Face, But His Eyes Widened In Shock.

Writing For Me Is A Kind Of Compulsion, So I Don't Think Anyone Could Have Made Me Do It, Or Prevented Me From Doing It.

Some Readers And Commentators Really Want To Scrape Your Insides Out To Make Sense Of Your Work. Others Say, There's The Work, It Speaks For Itself. Personally, I Fall Somewhere In The Middle.

Everybody Finished The Song At Different Times. At Last, Only The Weasley Twins Were Left Singing Along To A Very Slow Funeral March.

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