I Don't Think About Who The Audience

He Felt His Heart Pounding Fiercely In His Chest. How Strange That In His Dread Of Death, It Pumped All The Harder, Valiantly Keeping Him Alive. But It Would Have To Stop, And Soon. Its Beats Were Numbered. How Many Would There Be Time For, As He Rose And Walked Through The Castle For The Last Time, Out Into The Grounds And Into The Forest?

The Mind Is Not A Book, To Be Opened At Will And Examined At Leisure. Thoughts Are Not Etched On The Inside Of Skulls, To Be Perused By An Invader. The Mind Is A Complex And Many-layered Thing.

Do You Mean Ter Tell Me," He Growled At The Dursleys, "that This Boy—this Boy!—knows Nothin' Abou'—about Anything?" Harry Thought This Was Going A Bit Far. He Had Been To School, After All, And His Marks Weren't Bad. I Know Some Things," He Said. "i Can, You Know, Do Math And Stuff.

Age Is Foolish And Forgetful When It Underestimates Youth.

I Think It's Alarming That People Believe That Success Enables One To Forget How Life Felt Before. As If One Could Simply Exchange One's Values.