I Like A Quiet Life, You Know

You Foul, Lying, Evil Little Cockroach!

He Was Tall, Thin, And Very Old, Judging By The Silver Of His Hair And Beard, Which Were Both Long Enough To Tuck Into His Belt. He Was Wearing Long Robes, A Purple Cloak That Swept The Ground, And High-heeled, Buckled Boots. His Blue Eyes Were Light, Bright, And Sparkling Behind Half-moon Spectacles And His Nose Was Very Long And Crooked, As Though It Had Been Broken At Least Twice. This Man's Name Was Albus Dumbledore.

But The Idea Of The Dark Lord In Possesion Of The Deathstick Is, I Must Admit, Formidable.

A Dream Is Where A Boy Can Swim In The Deepest Oceans And Fly Over The Highest Clouds.

I Don't Believe In The Kind Of Magic In My Books. But I Do Believe Something Very Magical Can Happen When You Read A Good Book.