I Think That Emotionally, I've Probably Felt

Sometimes Ideas Just Come To Me. Other Times I Have To Sweat And Almost Bleed To Make Ideas Come. It's A Mysterious Process, But I Hope I Never Find Out Exactly How It Works.

It's Going To Be All Right, Sir," Harry Said Over And Over Again, More Worried By Dumbledore's Silence Than He Had Been By His Weakened Voice. "we're Nearly There ... I Can Apparate Us Both Back ... Don't Worry ..." "i Am Not Worried, Harry," Said Dumbledore, His Voice A Little Stronger Despite The Freezing Water. "i Am With You.

Many Prefer Not To Exercise Their Imaginations At All. They Choose To Remain Comfortably Within The Bounds Of Their Own Experience, Never Troubling To Wonder How It Would Feel To Have Been Born Other Than They Are. They Can Refuse To Hear Screams Or To Peer Inside Cages; They Can Close Their Minds And Hearts To Any Suffering That Does Not Touch Them Personally; They Can Refuse To Know. I Might Be Tempted To Envy People Who Can Live That Way, Except That I Do Not Think They Have Any Fewer Nightmares Than I Do. The Wilfully Unimaginative See More Monsters. They Are Often More Afraid.

I Will Defend The Importance Of Bedtime Stories To My Last Gasp.

There Are Always Loose Ends In Real Life.