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What I Would Most Like To Think They Would Take Away, Is What I Take Away When I Read My Favorite Books. Which Is The Knowledge That There Is Always Somewhere You Can Go, That You Love, And Where You're Safe. And That's How I Feel About My Favorite Books, Wherever I Am, If I've Got That Book With Me, I've Got A Place Where I Can Go And Be Happy. So If That Place Is Hogwarts For Anyone, Then I Couldn't Be More Honored Or Humbled.

-J. K. Rowling

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What I Would Most Like To Think They Would Take Away, Is What I Take Away When I Read My Favorite Books. Which Is The Knowledge That There Is Always Somewhere You Can Go, That You Love, And Where You're Safe. And That's How I Feel About My Favorite Books, Wherever I Am, If I've Got That Book With Me, I've Got A Place Where I Can Go And Be Happy. So If That Place Is Hogwarts For Anyone, Then I Couldn't Be More Honored Or Humbled.

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Mr. Moony Presents His Compliments To Professor Snape, And Begs Him To Keep His Abnormally Large Nose Out Of Other People's Business. Mr. Prongs Agrees With Mr. Moony, And Would Like To Add That Professor Snape Is An Ugly Git. Mr. Padfoot Would Like To Register His Astonishment That An Idiot Like That Ever Became A Professor. Mr. Wormtail Bids Professor Snape Good Day, And Advises Him To Wash His Hair, The Slimeball.

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Would You Like Me To [kill You] Now?" Asked Snape, His Voice Heavy With Irony. "or Would You Like A Few Moments To Compose An Epitaph?

Of Course We Still Want To Know You!" Harry Said, Staring At Hagrid. "you Don't Think Anything That Skeeter Cow - Sorry, Professor," He Added Quickly, Looking At Dumbledore. "i Have Gone Temporarily Deaf And Haven't Any Idea What You Said, Harry," Said Dumbledore, Twiddling His Thumbs And Staring At The Ceiling.

Dumbledore Was On His Feet Again, Pale As Any Of The Surrounding Inferi, But Taller Than Any Too, The Fire Dancing In His Eyes; His Wand Was Raised Like A Torch And From Its Tip Emanated The Flames, Like A Vast Lasso, Encircling Them All With Warmth.

I Don't Feel I Owe My Readers Details Of My Family's Private Life.

Some People Do Not Seem To Grasp That I Still Have To Sit Down In Peace And Write The Books, Apparently Believing That They Pop Up Like Mushrooms Without My Connivance.

He Lay Face Down, Listening To The Silence. He Was Perfectly Alone. Nobody Was Watching. Nobody Else Was There. He Was Not Perfectly Sure That He Was There Himself.

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Every Now And Then I Read A Poem That Does Touch Something In Me, But I Never Turn To Poetry For Solace Or Pleasure In The Way That I Throw Myself Into Prose.

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So Dobby Stopped Us From Getting On The Train And Broke Your Arm. . . ." He Shook His Head. "you Know What, Harry? If He Doesn't Stop Trying To Save Your Life He's Going To Kill You.

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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.

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Mad Eye' Moody On The Avada Kedavra Curse: "not Nice," He Said Calmly. "not Pleasant. And There's No Counter Curse. There's No Blocking It. Only One Known Person Has Ever Survived It, And He's Sitting Right In Front Of Me.

It Was, He Thought, The Difference Between Being Dragged Into The Arena To Face A Battle To The Death And Walking Into The Arena With Your Head Held High. Some People, Perhaps, Would Say That There Was Little To Choose Between The Two Ways, But Dumbledore Knew - And So Do I, Thought Harry, With A Rush Of Fierce Pride, And So Did My Parents - That There Was All The Difference In The World.

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I Took A Wrong Turn On The Way To The Bathroom And Found Myself In A Beautifully Proportioned Room I Had Never Seen Before, Containing A Really Rather Magnificent Collection Of Chamberpots. When I Went Back To Investigate More Closely, I Discovered That The Room Had Vanished. But I Must Keep An Eye Out For It. Possibly It Is Only Accessible At Five Thirty In The Morning. Or It May Only Appear At The Quarter Moon - Or When The Seeker Has An Exceptionally Full Bladder.

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She Picked Up The Book And Then Walked Back Past Him Into The Tent, But As She Did So, She Brushed The Top Of His Head Lightly With Her Hand. He Closed His Eyes At Her Touch, And Hated Himself For Wishing That What She Said Was True: That Dumbledore Had Really Cared.

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Everything Had Shattered. The Fact That It Was All Still There — The Walls And The Chairs And The Children’s Pictures On The Walls — Meant Nothing. Every Atom Of It Had Been Blasted Apart And Reconstituted In An Instant, And Its Appearance Of Permanence And Solidity Was Laughable; It Would Dissolve At A Touch, For Everything Was Suddenly Tissue-thin And Friable.

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Dark Times Lie Ahead Of Us And There Will Be A Time When We Must Choose Between What Is Easy And What Is Right. -albus Dumbledore

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It Is Not About Striving For Immortality, But About Accepting Mortality.

Don't Be Silly, Dawlish. I'm Sure You Are An Excellent Auror, I Seem To Remember You Achieved 'outstanding' In All Your N.e.w.t.s, But If You Attempt To — Er — 'bring Me In' By Force, I Will Have To Hurt You.

Room Of Requirement, Of Course! Surpassed Itself, Hasn't It? The Carrows Were Chasing Me, And I Knew I Had Just One Chance For A Hideout: I Managed To Get Through The Door And This Is What I Found! Well, It Wasn't Exactly Like This When I Arrived, It Was A Load Smaller, There Was Only One Hammock And Just Gryffindor Hangings. But It's Expanded As More And More Of The D.a. Have Arrived.

I Definitely Know That-that Love Is The Most Powerful Thing Of All And I Remember Thinking That-god, I'm About To Make Myself Cry But, I Remember Thinking That When 9/11 Happened Because Those Last Phone Calls Were About-the Last Thing Knowingly, That I'm Going To Say On This Earth Is 'i Love You.' What's More Powerful Than That? What's More Proof Than That? Beyond Fear, Beyond Death.

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Howard Was Almost As Fond Of This Hall As He Was Of His Own Shop. The Brownies Used It On Tuesdays, And The Women's Institute On Wednesdays. It Had Hosted Jumble Sales And Jubilee Celebrations, Wedding Receptions And Wakes, And It Smelled Of All Of These Things: Of Stale Clothes And Coffee Urns, And The Ghosts Of Home-baked Cakes And Meat Salads; Of Dust And Human Bodies; But Primarily Of Aged Wood And Stone.

I Sat And Thought For Four (delayed Train) Hours, And All The Details Bubbled Up In My Brain, And This Scrawny, Black-haired, Bespectacled Boy Who Didn't Know He Was A Wizard Became More And More Real To 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.

Dumbledore Raised His Finger For Silence, A Silence Which Fell As Though He Had Struck Uncle Vernon Dumb.

The Chamber Of Secrets Had Been Opened. Enemies Of The Heir, Beware.

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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.

Gryffindor, Where Dwell The Brave At Heart!

We've All Got Both Light And Dark Inside Us. What Matters Is The Part We Choose To Act On. That's Who We Really Are.

Overload 'em With Information An' They'll Kill Yeh Jus' To Simplify Things.

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Yes, Well, Principles Are Sometimes The Problem, If You Ask Me,' Said Miles. 'often What's Needed Is A Bit Of Common Sense.' 'which Is The Name People Usually Give To Their Prejudices,' Rejoined Kay.

Don't Let The Muggles Get You Down.

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I Can Teach You How To Bottle Fame, Brew Glory, Even Put A Stopper On Death.

If She Could Have Done One Thing To Make Absolutely Sure That Every Single Person In This School Will Read Your Interview, It Was Banning It!

And I Must Draft An Advertisement For The Daily Prophet, Too,' He Added Thoughtfully. 'we'll Be Needing A New Defense Against The Dark Arts Teacher.... Dear Me, We Do Seem To Run Through Them, Don't We?

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.

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Harry's Status As Orphan Gives Him A Freedom Other Children Can Only Dream About (guiltily, Of Course). No Child Wants To Lose Their Parents, Yet The Idea Of Being Removed From The Expectations Of Parents Is Alluring. The Orphan In Literature Is Freed From The Obligation To Satisfy His/her Parents, And From The Inevitable Realization That His/her Parents Are Flawed Human Beings. There Is Something Liberating, Too, About Being Transported Into The Kind Of Surrogate Family Which Boarding School Represents, Where The Relationships Are Less Intense And The Boundaries Perhaps More Clearly Defined.

Size Is No Guarantee Of Power.

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No, There's No University For Wizards. At The Moment I'm Only Planning To Write Seven Harry Potter Books. I Won't Say "never," But I Have No Plans To Write An Eighth Book.

Do You Know What I Think, Potter?' Said Snape, Very Quietly. "i Think That You Are A Liar And A Cheat And That You Deserve Detention With Me Every Saturday Until The End Of Term. What Do You Think, Potter?

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It Is Impossible To Manufacture Or Imitate Love.

Scrimgeour: "it's Time You Learned Some Respect!" Harry: "it's Time You Earned It.

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Get Off Me,” Harry Spat, Throwing Pettigrew’s Hands Off Him In Disgust. “i’m Not Doing This For You. I’m Doing It Because — I Don’t Reckon My Dad Would’ve Wanted Them To Become Killers — Just For You.

In March Several Of The Mandrakes Threw A Loud And Raucous Party In Greenhouse Three. This Made Professor Sprout Very Happy. “the Moment They Start Trying To Move Into Each Other’s Pots, We’ll Know They’re Fully Mature,” She Told Harry.

I Always Advise Children Who Ask Me For Tips On Being A Writer To Read As Much As They Possibly Can. Jane Austen Gave A Young Friend The Same Advice, So I'm In Good Company There.

I Will Defend The Importance Of Bedtime Stories To My Last Gasp.

I'm Very Frustrated By Fear Of Imagination. I Don't Think That's Healthy.

He Dreamed Of London And Of A Life That Mattered.

I Will Be Sharing Additional Information I've Been Hoarding For Years About The World Of Harry Potter

I Was Ripped From My Body, I Was Less Than Spirit, Less Than The Meanest Ghost . . . But Still, I Was Alive.

If You Made A Better Rat Than A Human, It’s Not Much To Boast About, Peter.

He Didn’t Know What He Was Going To — But It Had To Be Better Than What He Was Leaving Behind.

Why Would I Go Looking For Someone I Know Wants To Kill Me?

I Am Very Frustrated By Fear Of Imagination, I Don’t Think That’s Healthy.

Great, Tell Me When You've Defeated Voldemort For Me, Will You?

Oh, For Heaven’s Sake, Sirius, Dumbledore Said No!” A Bearlike Black Dog Had Appeared At Harry’s Side As Harry Clambered Over The Various Trunks Cluttering The Hall To Get To Mrs. Weasley. “oh Honestly,” Said Mrs. Weasley Despairingly. “well, On Your Own Head Be It!” The Great Black Dog Gave A Joyful Bark And Gamboled Around Them, Snapping At Pigeons, And Chasing Its Own Tail. Harry Couldn’t Help Laughing. Sirius Had Been Trapped Inside For A Very Long Time.

Of Course Not,” Said Hermione. “everything We Need Is Here On This Paper.

But Who Could Bear To Know Which Stars Were Already Dead, She Thought, Blinking Up At The Night Sky; Could Anybody Stand To Know That They All Were?

Anything's Possible If You've Got Enough Nerve. I Was Determined To Try. I Was Determined To Try Because, Frankly, My Life Was Such A Mess At This Point, What - What Was The Worst That Could Happen? Everyone Turn Me Down? Big Deal.

Ron, We're Supposed To Show The First Years Where To Go!" "oh Yeah," Said Ron, Who Had Obviously Forgotten. "hey -- Hey You Lot! Midgets!

There Appears To Be Something To Do With Vehicles And Movement That Stimulates My Writing.

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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.

Cobbled Streets And No Shops Open Past Six O'clock, A Communal Life That Seemed To Revolve Around Church, And Where You Could Often Hear Bird Song And Nothing Else: Gaia Felt As Though She Had Fallen Through A Portal Into A Land Lost In Time.

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The Presence Of Hundreds Of Books Had Finally Convinced Hermione That What They Were Doing Was Right.

Yes, Alive,” Said Fudge. “that Is — I Don’t Know — Is A Man Alive If He Can’t Be Killed? I Don’t Really Understand It, And Dumbledore Won’t Explain Properly — But Anyway, He’s Certainly Got A Body And Is Walking And Talking And Killing, So I Suppose, For The Purposes Of Our Discussion, Yes, He’s Alive.

But Before He Went Loopy He Was The Life And Soul Of The Party," Said Fred. "he Used To Down An Entire Bottle Of Firewhiskey, Then Run Onto The Dance Floor, Hoist Up His Robes, And Start Pulling Bunches Of Flowers Out Of His--" Yes, He Sounds Like A Real Charmer," Said Hermione, While Harry Roared With Laughter. Never Married, For Some Reason," Said Ron.

Xenophilius Lovegood," He Said, Extending A Hand To Harry. "my Daughter And I Live Over The Hill, So Kind Of The Weasleys To Invite Us. I Think You Know My Luna?" He Added To Ron."yes" Said Ron. "isn't She With You?""she Lingered In That Charming Little Garden To Say Hello To The Gnomes, Such A Glorious Infestation! How Few Wizards Realize Just How Much We Can Learn From The Wise Little Gnomes - Or, To Give Then Their Correct Names, The Gernumbli Gardensi.""ours Do Know A Lot Of Excellent Swear Words," Said Ron, "but I Think Fred And George Taught Them Those.

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

But You've Been Too Busy Saving The Wizarding World. Well ... I Can't Say I'm Surprised. I Knew This Would Happen In The End. I Knew You Wouldn't Be Happy Unless You Were Hunting Voldemort. Maybe That's Why I Like You So Much.

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach Us Something Please, Whether We Be Old And Bald, Or Young With Scabby Knees, Our Heads Could Do With Filling With Some Interesting Stuff, For Now They're Bare And Full Of Air, Dead Flies And Bits Of Fluff, So Teach Us Something Worth Knowing, Bring Us Back What We've Forgot, Just Do Your Best, We'll Do The Rest, And Learn Until Our Brains All Rot.

Warrington’s Aim’s So Pathetic I’d Be More Worried If He Was Aiming For The Person Next To Me.

What Was There To Be Gained By Fighting The Most Evil Wizard Who Has Ever Existed?" Said Black, With A Terrible Fury In His Face. "only Innocent Lives, Peter!" "you Don't Understand!" Whined Pettigrew. "he Would Have Killed Me, Sirius!" "then You Should Have Died!" Roared Black. "died Rather Than Betray Your Friends, As We Would Have Done For You!

Let Me Out," Harry Said Again. "no," Dumbledore Repeated. "if You Don't - If You Keep Me In Here - If You Don't Let Me-" "by All Means Continue Destroying My Possessions," Said Dumbledore. "i Daresay I Have Too Many.

On And On They Flew, Over The Countryside Parceled Out In Patches Of Green And Brown, Over Roads And Rivers Winding Through The Landscapes Like Strips Of Matte And Glossy Ribbon.

Would You Like A Cough Drop Dolores?

It Matters Not What Someone Is Born, But What They Grow To Be.

So Top Grade's O For 'outstanding,'" Hermione Was Saying, "and Then There's A-" "no, E," George Corrected Her, "e For 'exceeds Expectations.' And I've Always Thought Fred And I Should've Got E In Everything, Because We Exceeded Expectations Just By Turning Up For The Exams.

Gosh, What A Gripping Story. You Must Have Been Simply Terrified. Meanwhile We Went To Godric's Hollow And, Let's Think, What Happened There, Harry? Oh Yes, You-know-who's Snake Turned Up, It Nearly Killed Both Of Us, And Then You-know-who Himself Arrived And Missed Us By About A Second. Imagine Losing Fingernails, Harry! That Really Puts Our Sufferings Into Perspective, Doesn't It?

You Have To Resign Yourself To The Fact That You Waste A Lot Of Trees Before You Write Anything You Really Like, And That's Just The Way It Is. It's Like Learning An Instrument, You've Got To Be Prepared For Hitting Wrong Notes Occasionally, Or Quite A Lot, Cause I Wrote An Awful Lot Before I Wrote Anything I Was Really Happy With. And Read A Lot. Reading Really Helps. Read Anything You Can Get Your Hands On.

She Can't Keep Writing About What A Tragic Little Hero I Am, It'll Get Boring.

Percy Wouldn't Notice A Joke If It Danced Naked In Front Of Him Wearing One Of Dobby's Hats.

By Gryffindor, The Bravest Were Prized Far Beyond The Rest; For Ravenclaw, The Cleverest Would Always Be The Best; For Hufflepuff, Hard Workers Were Most Worthy Of Admission; And Power-hungry Slytherin Loved Those Of Great Ambition.

Am I About To Discover Where You, Ron, And Hermione Disappeared To While You Were Supposed To Be In The Back Room Of Fred And George's Shop?" How Did You...?" Harry, Please. You're Talking To The Man Who Raised Fred And George.

It Is Perfectly Possible To Live A Very Moral Life Without A Belief In God, And I Think It's Perfectly Possible To Live A Life Peppered With Ill-doing And Believe In God.

I Would Assume That You Were Going To Offer Me Refreshment, But The Evidence So Far Suggests That That Would Be Optimistic To The Point Of Foolishness.

Course Dumbledore Trusts You,” Growled Moody. “he’s A Trusting Man, Isn’t He? Believes In Second Chances. But Me — I Say There Are Spots That Don’t Come Off, Snape. Spots That Never Come Off, D’you Know What I Mean?

You Do Not Seek To Kill Me, Dumbledore?" Called Voldemort, His Scarlet Eyes Narrowed. "above Such Brutality, Are You?" "we Both Know That There Are Other Ways Of Destroying A Man, Tom," Dumbledore Said Calmly. "merely Taking Your Life Would Not Satisfy Me, I Admit - " "there Is Nothing Worse Than Death, Dumbledore!" Snarled Voldemort. "you Are Quite Wrong," Said Dumbledore, Speaking As Lightly As Though They Were Discussing The Matter Over Drinks. "indeed, Your Failure To Understand That There Are Things Much Worse Than Death Has Always Been Your Greatest Weakness.

I Pay A Lot Of Tax, And I Feel, One Of The Reasons I Stay And Pay Why I'm Not Based In Monaco... I Think My Country Helped Me.

A Dream Is Where A Boy Can Swim In The Deepest Oceans And Fly Over The Highest Clouds.

If There Is One Thing Voldemort Cannot Understand, It Is Love.

Magic Harry Potter

But In Some Ways I Think It's Braver To Do It Like This. And, To An Extent, You Know What? The Worst That Can Happen Is That Everyone Says, 'well, That Was Dreadful, She Should Have Stuck To Writing For Kids' And I Can Take That. So, Yeah, I'll Put It Out There, And If Everyone Says, 'well, That's Shockingly Bad – Back To Wizards With You', Then Obviously I Won't Be Throwing A Party. But I Will Live. I Will Live.

The Knowledge That You Have Emerged Wiser And Stronger From Setbacks Means That You Are, Ever After, Secure In Your Ability To Survive.

And Then He Greeted Death As An Old Friend, And Went With Him Gladly, And, Equals, They Departed This Life.

Many Parts Of My Life Are Perfectly Ordinary, If That's What You Mean. One Could Even Call It Boring, But That's What I Like About It.

He Might Have Crawled Up Into The Airing Cupboard And Died, But I Mustn't Get My Hopes Up.

Somewhere Out In The Darkness, A Phoenix Was Singing In A Way Harry Had Never Heard Before: A Stricken Lament Of Terrible Beauty. And Harry Felt, As He Had Felt About Phoenix Song Before, That The Music Was Inside Him, Not Without: It Was His Own Grief Turned Magically To Song.

Death's Got An Invisibility Cloak?" Harry Interrupted Again. "so He Can Sneak Up On People," Said Ron. "sometimes He Gets Bored Of Running At Them, Flapping His Arms And Shrieking.

Be Ruthless About Protecting Writing Days, I.e., Do Not Cave In To Endless Requests To Have "essential" And "long Overdue" Meetings On Those Days. The Funny Thing Is That, Although Writing Has Been My Actual Job For Several Years Now, I Still Seem To Have To Fight For Time In Which To Do It. Some People Do Not Seem To Grasp That I Still Have To Sit Down In Peace And Write The Books, Apparently Believing That They Pop Up Like Mushrooms Without My Connivance. I Must Therefore Guard The Time Allotted To Writing As A Hungarian Horntail Guards Its Firstborn Egg.

I Must Admit, Peter, I Have Difficulty In Understanding Why An Innocent Man Would Want To Spend Twelve Years As A Rat.

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

There Is Plenty Of Ambitious Competition And Hypocrisy In The Middle Class, Which Makes It A Rather Fertile Environment For A Writer.

You Must Accept The Reality Of Other People. You Think That Reality Is Up For Negotiation, That We Think It's Whatever You Say It Is. You Must Accept That We Are As Real As You Are; You Must Accept That You Are Not God.

Merlin’s Beard, What Is Xenophilius Lovegood Wearing? He Looks Like An Omelet.

Three Turns Should Do It.

Hagrid. You Live In A Wooden House!

To The Well-organized Mind, Death Is But The Next Great Adventure.

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.

They See Hermione As Someone Who Is Not Vulnerable, But I See Her As Someone Who Does Have Quite A Lot Of Vulnerability In Her Personality.

For That Was The Terrible Power Of The Dementors: To Force Their Victims To Relive The Worst Memories Of Their Lives, And Drown, Powerless, In Theirown Despair. . . .

I Am Indebted To The British Welfare State; The Very One That Mr Cameron Would Like To Replace With Charity Handouts. When My Life Hit Rock Bottom, That Safety Net, Threadbare Though It Had Become Under John Major's Government, Was There To Break The Fall. I Cannot Help Feeling, Therefore, That It Would Have Been Contemptible To Scarper For The West Indies At The First Sniff Of A Seven-figure Royalty Cheque. This, If You Like, Is My Notion Of Patriotism.

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