Well — I Was Lucky Once, Wasn't

There Is No Point In Apportioning Blame. What Is Done, Is Done.

I Remember Every Wand I’ve Ever Sold, Mr. Potter. Every Single Wand. It So Happens That The Phoenix Whose Tail Feather Is In Your Wand, Gave Another Feather — Just One Other. It Is Very Curious Indeed That You Should Be Destined For This Wand When Its Brother — Why, Its Brother Gave You That Scar.

To Harry Potter — The Boy Who Lived!

... You Could Claim That Anything's Real If The Only Basis For Believing In It Is That Nobody's Proved It Doesn't Exist!

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