I Believe In Hard Work And Luck,

Where Is Wood?" Said Harry, Suddenly Realizing He Wasn't There. "still In The Showers," Said Fred. "we Think He's Trying To Drown Himself.

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.

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

The Hook-nosed Teacher Looked Past Quirrell’s Turban Straight Into Harry’s Eyes — And A Sharp, Hot Pain Shot Across The Scar On Harry’s Forehead.

How’s Norbert Doin’?” Norbert?” Charlie Laughed. “the Norwegian Ridgeback? We Call Her Norberta Now.” Wha—norbert’s A Girl?