Yes, It Is Easy To See That

Every Second He Breathed, The Smell Of The Grass, The Cool Air On His Face, Was So Precious: To Think That People Had Years And Years, Time To Waste, So Much Time It Dragged, And He Was Clinging To Each Second.

Of Course It Is Happening Inside Your Head, Harry, But Why On Earth Should That Mean That It Is Not Real?

Part Of What Makes A Language 'alive' Is Its Constant Evolution. I Would Hate To Think Britain Would Ever Emulate France, Where They Actually Have A Learned Faculty Whose Job It Is To Attempt To Prevent The Incursion Of Foreign Words Into The Language. I Love Editing Harry With Arthur Levine, My American Editor-the Differences Between 'british English' (of Which There Must Be At Least 200 Versions) And 'american English' (ditto!) Are A Source Of Constant Interest And Amusement To Me.

Of All The Trees We Could've Hit, We Had To Get One That Hits Back.

I'm Dying!" Malfoy Yelled, As The Class Panicked. "i'm Dying, Look At Me! It's Killed Me!