Some Wounds Run Too Deep For The

When The Dark Lord Takes Over, Is He Going To Care How Many O.w.l.s Or N.e.w.t.s Anyone’s Got? Of Course He Isn’t. . . . It’ll Be All About The Kind Of Service He Received, The Level Of Devotion He Was Shown.

But Who Could Bear To Know Which Stars Were Already Dead, She Thought, Blinking Up At The Night Sky; Could Anybody Stand To Know That They All Were?

You Must Accept The Reality Of Other People. You Think That Reality Is Up For Negotiation, That We Think It's Whatever You Say It Is. You Must Accept That We Are As Real As You Are; You Must Accept That You Are Not God.

You Should Write A Book," Ron Told Hermione As He Cut Up His Potatoes, "translating Mad Things Girls Do So Boys Can Understand Them.

Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!