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Yes, There Are Parallels. The Difference Is That I Just Look At [my Son] David And Think That He's Absolutely Perfect, Whereas You Look At The Finished Book And You Think, 'oh, Damn It, I Should Have Changed That.' You're Never Happy. Whereas With A Baby, You're Happy. If You've Got A Perfect Baby, You're Just Grateful.

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Yes, There Are Parallels.

J. K. Rowling

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Yes, There Are Parallels. The Difference Is That I Just Look At [my Son] David And Think That He's Absolutely Perfect, Whereas You Look At The Finished Book And You Think, 'oh, Damn It, I Should Have Changed That.' You're Never Happy. Whereas With A Baby, You're Happy. If You've Got A Perfect Baby, You're Just Grateful.

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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.

Your Wheezy, Sir, Your Wheezy — Wheezy Who Is Giving Dobby His Sweater!

So Then I Thought, I'd Like You To Have Something To Remember Me By, You Know, If You Ever Meet Some Veela When You're Off Doing Whatever You're Doing.' I Think Dating Opportunities Are Going To Be Pretty Thin On The Ground, To Be Honest.' There's A Silver Lining I've Been Looking For,' She Whispered, And Then She Was Kissing Him As She Never Kissed Him Before, And Harry Was Kissing Her Back, And It Was A Blissful Oblivion, Better Than Firewhiskey; She Was The Only Real Thing In The World, Ginny, The Feel Of Her, One Hand On Her Back, The Other In Her Long Sweet-smelling Hair.

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

Magic Harry Potter

The Knowledge That You Have Emerged Wiser And Stronger From Setbacks Means That You Are, Ever After, Secure In Your Ability To Survive. You Will Never Truly Know Yourself, Or The Strength Of Your Relationships, Until Both Have Been Tested By Adversity. Such Knowledge Is A True Gift, For All That It Is Painfully Won, And It Has Been Worth More Than Any Qualification I Ever Earned.

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

And Harry, With The Unerring Skill Of The Seeker, Caught The Wand In His Free Hand As Voldemort Fell Backward, Arms Splayed, The Slit Pupils Of The Scarlet Eyes Rolling Upward. Tom Riddle Hit The Floor With A Mundane Finality, His Body Feeble And Shrunken, The White Hands Empty, The Snakelike Face Vacant And Unknowing. Voldemort Was Dead, Killed By His Own Rebounding Curse, And Harry Stood With Two Wands In His Hands, Staring Down At His Enemy's Shell.

She Was Actively Frightened Of Imparting Confidences, Because She Feared That They Might Betray The World Of Oddness That Lived Inside Her

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

He's A Werewolf! That's Why He's Been Missing Classes!

The Truth Is Always Easier Than A Lie Or An Evasion - Easier To Deal With And Easier To Live With.

Yeah, Well, Food's One Of The Five Exceptions To Gamp's Law Of Elemental Transfigurations," Said Ron, To General Astonishment.

It's Lucky It's Dark. I Haven't Blushed So Much Since Madam Pomfrey Told Me She Liked My New Earmuffs.

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.

All We Do Is Read The Stupid Textbook," Said Ron.

How Come The Muggles Don’t Hear The Bus?” Said Harry. “them!” Said Stan Contemptuously. “don’ Listen Properly, Do They? Don’ Look Properly Either. Never Notice Nuffink, They Don’.

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

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

I Received Free Health Care.

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.

Clever As I Am, I Remain Just As Big A Fool As Anyone Else.

In Magic, Man Has To Rely On Himself. So, In Religion, Of Course, You're Looking For Outside Support But That's The Appeal Of Magic.

Why Had He Never Appreciated The Miracle That He Was, Brain And Nerve And Bounding Heart?

We'll Send You A Hogwarts Toilet Seat!

Time To Sit Down," Fred Told Harry, "or We're Going To Get Run Over By The Bride.

Many Are Whispering That Voldemort Must Be Behind It. However, That Is The Point: They Whisper. They Daren’t Confide In Each Other, Not Knowing Whom To Trust; They Are Scared To Speak Out, In Case Their Suspicions Are True And Their Families Are Targeted. Yes, Voldemort Is Playing A Very Clever Game. Declaring Himself Might Have Provoked Open Rebellion: Remaining Masked Has Created Confusion, Uncertainty, And Fear.

How D’you Spell ‘belligerent’?” Said Ron, Shaking His Quill Very Hard While Staring At His Parchment. “it Can’t Be B — U — M —” “no, It Isn’t,” Said Hermione. “and ‘augury’ Doesn’t Begin O — R — G Either.

Don't, Ginny, We'll Send You Loads Of Owls. We'll Send You A Hogwarts Toilet Seat. George! Only Joking, Mum.

There's A Time And A Place For Getting A Smart Mouth.

Freedom Of Speech

It Was Strange How Your Brain Could Know What Your Heart Refused To Accept.

"oh, Of Course," Said Ron, Clapping A Hand To His Forehead. "i Forgot We'll Be Hunting Down Voldemort In A Mobile Library."

I'd Always Said Never Say Never, Because I Knew That Warner Brothers Wanted To Do Something With "fantastic Beasts," And I Did Have Kind Of A Yen To Do That.

He's Only Silent Because He's Too Thick To String Two Words Together.

There's Always Room For A Story That Can Transport People To Another Place.

In Dreams, We Enter A World That’s Entirely Our Own.

Inspirational Harry Potter

I Don't Know Who Maxime Thinks She's Kidding. If Hagrid's Half-giant, She Definitely Is. Big Bones... The Only Thing That's Got Bigger Bones Than Her Is A Dinosaur.

Naturally Shirley Had Known, As They Slid Stock Words And Phrases Back And Forth Between Them Like Beads On An Abacus, That Howard Must Be As Brimful Of Ecstasy As She Was; But To Express These Feelings Out Loud, When The News Of Death Was Still Fresh In The Air, Would Have Been Tantamount To Dancing Naked And Shrieking Obscenities, And Howard And Shirley Were Clothed, Always, In An Invisible Layer Of Decorum That They Never Laid Aside.

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

Shh! Listen! Someone’s Coming! I Think — I Think It Might Be Us!

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?

Sirius's Gaunt Face Broke Out Into The First True Smile Harry Had Seen Upon It. The Difference It Made Was Startling, As Though A Person Ten Years Younger Were Shining Through The Starved Mask; For A Moment He Was Recognizable As The Man Who Had Laughed At Harry's Parents' Wedding.

Tut, Tut — Fame Clearly Isn't Everything.

Wherever I Am, If I've Got A Book With Me, I Have A Place I Can Go And Be Happy

If Harry Potter Taught Us Anything, It's That No One Should Have To Live In The Closet

Which Only Goes To Show That The Best Of Us Must Sometimes Eat Our Words,' Dumbledore Went On, Smiling.

Deathly Hallows

Right, You've Got A Crooked Sort Of Cross..." He Consulted Unfogging The Future. "that Means You're Going To Have 'trials And Suffering' — Sorry About That — But There's A Thing That Could Be The Sun... Hang On... That Means 'great Happiness'... So You're Going To Suffer But Be Very Happy..." "you Need Your Inner Eye Tested, If You Ask Me," Said Ron, And They Both Had To Stifle Their Laughs As Professor Trelawney Gazed In Their Direction.

Where's The Fun Without A Bit Of Risk?

Killing Rips The Soul Apart.

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.

I Love You, Hermione,” Said Ron, Sinking Back, Rubbing His Eyes Wearily. Hermione Turned Faintly Pink, But Merely Said, “don’t Let Lavender Hear You Saying That.” “i Won’t,” Said Ron Into His Hands. “or Maybe I Will . . . Then She’ll Ditch Me . . .

Fred, You Next," The Plump Woman Said. "i'm Not Fred, I'm George," Said The Boy. "honestly, Woman, You Call Yourself Our Mother? Can't You Tell I'm George?" "sorry, George, Dear." "only Joking, I Am Fred," Said The Boy And Off He Went.

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