You Look In Excellent Health To Me,

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.

By All Means Continue Destroying My Possessions. I Daresay I Have Too Many.

I Am Indebted To The British Welfare State; The Very One That Mr Cameron Would Like To Replace With Charity Handouts. When My Life Hit Rock Bottom, That Safety Net, Threadbare Though It Had Become Under John Major's Government, Was There To Break The Fall. I Cannot Help Feeling, Therefore, That It Would Have Been Contemptible To Scarper For The West Indies At The First Sniff Of A Seven-figure Royalty Cheque. This, If You Like, Is My Notion Of Patriotism.

And Do I Look Like The Kind Of Man That Can Be Intimidated?" Barked Uncle Vernon. "well..." Said Moody, Pushing Back His Bowler Hat To Reveal His Sinisterly Revolving Eye. Uncle Vernon Lept Backward In Horror And Collided Painfully With A Luggage Trolley. "yes, I'd Have To Say You Do, Dursley.

I've Been Writing My Entire Life, And I'll Always Write. But At Times I Have Told Myself That I Don't Necessarily Have To Publish Anything Else.