Enemies Of The Heir, Beware!

Life, For Colin, Was One Long Brace Against Pain And Disappointment, And Everybody Apart From His Wife Was An Enemy Until Proven Otherwise.

I Write Nearly Every Day. Some Days I Write For Ten Or Eleven Hours. Other Days I Might Only Write For Three Hours. It Really Depends On How Fast The Ideas Are Coming.

The World Is Full Of Wonderful Things You Haven't Seen Yet. Don't Ever Give Up On The Chance Of Seeing Them.

Everything That Fails Brings You Closer To What Works.

'tell Me One Last Thing,' Said Harry. 'is This Real? Or Has This Been Happening Inside My Head?' Dumbledore Beamed At Him, And His Voice Sounded Loud And Strong In Harry's Ears Even Though The Bright Mist Was Descending Again, Obscuring His Figure. 'of Course It Is Happening Inside Your Head, Harry, But Why On Earth Should That Mean It Is Not Real?'