Well, I'm Sure You'll Find

I Don't Believe In The Kind Of Magic In My Books. But I Do Believe Something Very Magical Can Happen When You Read A Good Book.

'it Only Put Me In Gryffindor,' Said Harry In A Defeated Voice, 'because I Asked Not To Go In Slytherin...' 'exactly' Said Dumbledore, Beaming Once More. 'which Makes You Very Different From Tom Riddle. It Is Our Choices, Harry, That Show What We Truly Are, Far More Than Our Abilities.'

I Don't Feel I Owe My Readers Details Of My Family's Private Life.

Of All The Subjects On This Planet, I Think My Parents Would Have Been Hard Put To Name One Less Useful Than Greek Mythology To Securing The Keys To An Executive Bathroom.

Harry Ran Upstairs To Their Dark Dormitory. He Pulled Out The Cloak And Then His Eyes Fell On The Flute Hagrid Had Given Him For Christmas. He Pocketed It To Use On Fluffy — He Didn’t Feel Much Like Singing.