Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

Well?" Ron Said Finally, Looking Up At Harry. "how Was It?" Harry Considered It For A Moment. "wet," He Said Truthfully. Ron Made A Noise That Might Have Indicated Jubilation Or Disgust, It Was Hard To Tell. "because She Was Crying," Harry Continued Heavily. "oh," Said Ron, His Smile Faded Slightly. "are You That Bad At Kissing?" "dunno," Said Harry, Who Hadn't Considered This, And Immediately Felt Rather Worried. "maybe I Am.

We Can't Choose Our Fate, But We Can Choose Others. Be Careful In Knowing That.

I Believe In Free Will. Of Those That, Like Us, Are In A Privileged Situation At Least. For You, For Me: People Who Are Living In Western Society, People Who Are Not Repressed, Who Are Free. We Can Choose. The Things Go Largely Like You Want Them To Go. You Control Your Own Life. Your Own Will Is Extremely Powerful.

I Am Not A Particularly Thick-skinned Person.

I Imagined Being A Famous Writer Would Be Like Being Like Jane Austen.