You Know, I Sometimes Think We Sort

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?

Everyone Wanted My Emotions To Be Very Simple. They Wanted Me To Say, "i Was Poor And I Was Unhappy, And Now I've Got Money And I'm Really Happy."

Books Can Be Misleading...

But Some Part Of Him Realized, Even As He Fought To Break Free From Lupin, That Sirius Had Never Kept Him Waiting Before. . . . Sirius Had Risked Everything, Always, To See Harry, To Help Him. . . . If Sirius Was Not Reappearing Out Of That Archway When Harry Was Yelling For Him As Though His Life Depended On It, The Only Possible Explanation Was That He Could Not Come Back. . . . That He Really Was . . .

Sometimes Ideas Just Come To Me. Other Times I Have To Sweat And Almost Bleed To Make Ideas Come. It's A Mysterious Process, But I Hope I Never Find Out Exactly How It Works.