I Had An Old Typewriter

I Don't Expect You Will Really Understand The Beauty Of The Softly Simmering Cauldron With Its Shimmering Fumes, The Delicate Power Of Liquids That Creep Through Human Veins, Bewitching The Mind, Ensnaring The Senses.

In Dreams, We Enter A World That’s Entirely Our Own.

Every Writer Prefers Good Reviews Over Bad Ones, And Every Writer Wants To Have Lots Of Readers. But If It Doesn't Happen, That's Fine Too. Perhaps I Won't Throw A Party Then; I'll Simply Go Home And Keep Writing.

The Idea Of A Teenage Dumbledore Was Simply Odd, Like Trying To Imagine A Stupid Hermione Or A Friendly Blast-ended Skrewt.

The Last Words Albus Dumbledore Spoke To The Pair Of Us?' Harry Is The Best Hope We Have. Trust Him.