But Death Was Cunning.

Why Do I Talk About The Benefits Of Failure? Simply Because Failure Meant A Stripping Away Of The Inessential. I Stopped Pretending To Myself That I Was Anything Other Than What I Was, And Began To Direct All My Energy Into Finishing The Only Work That Mattered To Me.

Madam Pince, Our Librarian, Tells Me That It Is 'pawed About, Dribbled On, And Generally Maltreated' Nearly Everyday - A High Compliment For Any Book.

That Old Berk," Muttered Aberforth, Taking Another Swig Of Mead. "thought The Sun Shone Out Of My Brother's Every Orifice, He Did.

Professor, Why Couldn't We Just Apparate Directly Into Your Old Colleague's House?' 'because It Would Be Quite As Rude As Kicking Down The Front Door,' Said Dumbledore. 'courtesy Dictates That We Offer Fellow Wizards The Opportunity Of Denying Us Entry.

Hagrid Looked Down At His Umbrella And Scratched His Beard. 'shouldn'ta Lost Me Temper,' He Said Ruefully, 'but It Didn't Work Anyway. Meant Ter Turn Him Into A Pig, But I Suppose He Was So Much Like A Pig Anyway There Wasn't Much Left Ter Do.