Well, Wouldn't It Have Been Easier If

Choice Was Dangerous: You Had To Forgo All Other Possibilities When You Chose.

I Sometimes Find, And I Am Sure You Know The Feeling, That I Simply Have Too Many Thoughts And Memories Crammed Into My Mind. “at These Times, I Use The Pensieve. One Simply Siphons The Excess Thoughts From One’s Mind, Pours Them Into The Basin, And Examines Them At One’s Leisure. It Becomes Easier To Spot Patterns And Links, You Understand, When They Are In This Form.

Time Will Not Slow Down When Something Unpleasant Lies Ahead.

Devil’s Snare, Devil’s Snare . . . What Did Professor Sprout Say? — It Likes The Dark And The Damp —” “so Light A Fire!” Harry Choked. “yes — Of Course — But There’s No Wood!” Hermoine Cried, Wringing Her Hands. “have You Gone Mad?” Ron Bellowed. “are You A Witch Or Not?

I Never Need To Find Time To Read. When People Say To Me, ‘oh, Yeah, I Love Reading. I Would Love To Read, But I Just Don’t Have Time,’ I’m Thinking, ‘how Can You Not Have Time?’ I Read When I’m Drying My Hair. I Read In The Bath. I Read When I’m Sitting In The Bathroom. Pretty Much Anywhere I Can Do The Job One-handed, I Read.