Honestly, If You Were Any Slower, You’d

The Fame Thing Is Interesting Because I Never Wanted To Be Famous, And I Never Dreamt I Would Be Famous. You Know, My Fantasy Of Being A Famous Writer, And Again There's A Slight Disconnect With Reality Which Happens A Lot With Me. I Imagined Being A Famous Writer Would Be Like Being Like Jane Austen.

Just Because You’re Allowed To Use Magic Now You Don’t Have To Whip Your Wands Out For Every Tiny Little Thing!

He Lay Face Down, Listening To The Silence. He Was Perfectly Alone. Nobody Was Watching. Nobody Else Was There. He Was Not Perfectly Sure That He Was There Himself.

Of Course We Still Want To Know You!" Harry Said, Staring At Hagrid. "you Don't Think Anything That Skeeter Cow - Sorry, Professor," He Added Quickly, Looking At Dumbledore. "i Have Gone Temporarily Deaf And Haven't Any Idea What You Said, Harry," Said Dumbledore, Twiddling His Thumbs And Staring At The Ceiling.

Life Is Not A Check-list Of Acquisition Or Achievement.