I Received Free Health Care.

Why Were You Lurking Under Our Window?" "yes - Yes, Good Point, Petunia! What Were You Doing Under Our Windows, Boy?" "listening To The News," Said Harry In A Resigned Voice. His Aunt And Uncle Exchanged Looks Of Outrage. "listening To The News! Again?" "well, It Changes Every Day, You See," Said Harry.

No, Nothing,' Said Dumbledore, And A Great Sadness Filled His Face. 'the Time Is Long Gone When I Could Frighten You With A Burning Wardrobe And Force You To Make Repayment For Your Crimes. But I Wish I Could, Tom... I Wish I Could.

I'm Sure That I'll Never Have Another Success Like Harry Potter For The Rest Of My Life, No Matter How Many Books I Write, And No Matter Whether They're Good Or Bad.

Children's Books Aren't Textbooks. Their Primary Purpose Isn't Supposed To Be "pick This Up And It Will Teach You This." It's Not How Literature Should Be. You Probably Do Learn Something From Every Book You Pick Up, But It Might Be Simply How To Laugh.

He Might Have Been Encased In A Thick Glass Bubble, So Separate Did He Feel From His Three Dining Companions. It Was A Sensation With Which He Was Only Too Familiar, That Of Walking In A Giant Sphere Of Worry, Enclosed By It, Watching His Own Terrors Roll By, Obscuring The Outside World.