Once Again I Must Ask Too Much

You Have To Resign Yourself To The Fact That You Waste A Lot Of Trees Before You Write Anything You Really Like, And That's Just The Way It Is. It's Like Learning An Instrument, You've Got To Be Prepared For Hitting Wrong Notes Occasionally, Or Quite A Lot, Cause I Wrote An Awful Lot Before I Wrote Anything I Was Really Happy With. And Read A Lot. Reading Really Helps. Read Anything You Can Get Your Hands On.

Yes, Alive,” Said Fudge. “that Is — I Don’t Know — Is A Man Alive If He Can’t Be Killed? I Don’t Really Understand It, And Dumbledore Won’t Explain Properly — But Anyway, He’s Certainly Got A Body And Is Walking And Talking And Killing, So I Suppose, For The Purposes Of Our Discussion, Yes, He’s Alive.

Gringotts Was The Safest Place In The World For Something You Wanted To Hide — Except Perhaps Hogwarts.

The Silence Was Unbearable To Him. If The Pictures Could Have Reflected The Feelings Inside Him, They Would Have Been Screaming In Pain.

There Will Be Books Written About Harry. Every Child In The World Will Know His Name.