Love Wins. It Does Win.

Harry Looked Around; There Was Ginny Running Toward Him; She Had A Hard Blazing Look In Her Face As She Threw Her Arms Around Him. And Without Thinking, Without Planning It, Without Worrying About The Fact That Fifty People Were Watching, Harry Kissed Her. After Several Long Moments, Or It Might Have Been Half An Hour-or Possibly Several Sunlit Days- They Broke Apart.

Dumbledore Had Not Raised His Voice, He Did Not Even Sound Angry, But Harry Would Have Preferred Him To Yell; This Cold Disappointment Was Worse Than Anything.

Failure Is So Impor - It Doesn't Get Spoken About Enough. We Speak About Success All The Time.

I Don't Think About Who The Audience Is For My Books.

Imperfect Understanding Is Often More Dangerous Than Ignorance.