Harry Potter Was A Highly Unusual Boy

It’s So Difficult To Describe [depression] To Someone Who’s Never Been There, Because It’s Not Sadness. I Know Sadness. Sadness Is To Cry And To Feel. But It’s That Cold Absence Of Feeling — That Really Hollowed-out Feeling.

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.

Look...at...me..." He Whispered. The Green Eyes Found The Black, But After A Second, Something In The Depths Of The Dark Pair Seemed To Vanish, Leaving Them Fixed, Blank, And Empty. The Hand Holding Harry Thudded To The Floor, And Snape Moved No More.

When You Have Seen As Much Of Life As I Have, You Will Not Underestimate The Power Of Obsessive Love.

I Imagine Them Very Clearly And Then Attempt To Describe What I Can See. Sometimes I Draw Them For My Own Amusement! (talking About Her Characters And Scenes)