Giggling Should Be Made Illegal.

Oh You Is A Bad Elf, Dobby!

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.

Bill, Don’t Look At Me — I’m ’ideous.

The Scar Had Not Pained Harry For Nineteen Years. All Was Well.

Probably That You're Going To Be Eaten By A Giant Marshmallow Or Something.