Humans Have A Knack For Choosing Precisely

Bigotry Is Probably The Thing I Detest Most.

It Is Impossible To Live Without Failing At Something, Unless You Live So Cautiously That You Might Has Well Not Have Lived At All, In Which Case You Have Failed By Default.

Devil’s Snare, Devil’s Snare . . . What Did Professor Sprout Say? — It Likes The Dark And The Damp —” “so Light A Fire!” Harry Choked. “yes — Of Course — But There’s No Wood!” Hermoine Cried, Wringing Her Hands. “have You Gone Mad?” Ron Bellowed. “are You A Witch Or Not?

Oh No You Don’t, Laddie!” Harry Spun Around. Professor Moody Was Limping Down The Marble Staircase. His Wand Was Out And It Was Pointing Right At A Pure White Ferret, Which Was Shivering On The Stone-flagged Floor, Exactly Where Malfoy Had Been Standing.

You Can Choose, You Can Go One Of Two Ways. You Can Be The Person I Probably Admire More And Say 'well I Don't Care And I'll Continue Not To Bother To Brush My Hair.' Or You Can Be A Weak-willed Person Like Me And Think 'oh I'd Better Get My Act Together. And Maybe My Mother Was Right And I Do Need To Put My Hair Back And Tidy Myself Up A Bit.' So I Did Tidy Myself Up A Bit. But I Do Often Resent The Amount Of Time That It Takes To Pull Yourself Together To Go On Tv, I Really Do. If I Sound Bitter, Then That Accurately Reflects How I Feel About The Subject.