And Then He Greeted Death

Abundance Is The Quality Of Life You Live And Quality Of Life You Give To Others.

But I Got This Far, Didn’t I?” He Said Slowly. “they Thought I’d Die In The Attempt, But I’m Here . . . And You’re In My Power. . . . I’m The One With The Wand. . . . You’re At My Mercy. . .

Yes, Alive,” Said Fudge. “that Is — I Don’t Know — Is A Man Alive If He Can’t Be Killed? I Don’t Really Understand It, And Dumbledore Won’t Explain Properly — But Anyway, He’s Certainly Got A Body And Is Walking And Talking And Killing, So I Suppose, For The Purposes Of Our Discussion, Yes, He’s Alive.

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.

You Must Accept The Reality Of Other People. You Think That Reality Is Up For Negotiation, That We Think It's Whatever You Say It Is. You Must Accept That We Are As Real As You Are; You Must Accept That You Are Not God.