What Are Fred And I? Next Door

A Chilly Breeze That Seemed To Emanate From The Heart Of The Forest Lifted The Hair At Harry's Brow. He Knew That They Would Not Tell Him To Go, That It Would Have To Be His Decision. "you'll Stay With Me?" "until The Very End," Said James.

You Can't Give A Dementor The Old One-two!

He Put His Foot On One Pedal, Scooted A Few Yards And Swung His Other Leg Over The Saddle. He Soared Left Into The Vertiginously Sloping Hillside Road And Sped, Without Touching His Brakes ... The Hedgerows And Sky Blurred; He Imagined Himself In A Velodrome As The Wind Whipped His Hair Clean...

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

You Have To Kill A Lot Of Trees Before You Write Anything Good.