If There Is One Thing Voldemort Cannot

It Is My Belief... That The Truth Is Generally Preferable To Lies.

Then He Heard A Terrible Cry That Pulled At His Insides, That Expressed Agony Of A Kind That Neither Flame Nor Curse Could Cause, And He Stood Up, Swaying, More Frightened Than He Had Been That Day, More Frightened, Perhaps, Than He Had Been In His Whole Life.

Aha! What Villains Are These, That Trespass Upon My Private Lands! Come To Scorn At My Fall, Perchance? Draw, You Knaves, You Dogs!

Nothing More Or Less Than The Deepest, Most Desperate Desire Of Our Hearts.

Poverty Is A Lot Like Childbirth - You Know It Is Going To Hurt Before It Happens, But You'll Never Know How Much Until You Experience It.