... Perhaps Those Who Are

Ah" Said Dumbledore Gently, "yes I Thought We Might Hit That Little Snag!" "snag?" Said Fudge, His Voice Still Vibrating With Joy. "i See No Snag, Dumbledore!" "well," Said Dumbledore Apologetically, "i'm Afraid I Do." "oh, Really?" "well It's Just That You Seem To Be Labouring Under The Delusion That I Am Going To -- Come Quietly. I Am Afraid I Am Not Going To Come Quietly At All, Cornelius. I Have Absolutely No Intention Of Being Sent To Azkaban. I Could Break Out, Of Course -- But What A Waste Of Time, And Frankly, I Can Think Of A Whole Host Of Things I Would Rather Be Doing.

I Am Sorry Too," Said Lupin. "sorry I Will Never Know [my Son]... But He Will Know Why I Died And I Hope He Will Understand I Was Trying To Make A World In Which He Could Live A Happier Life.

Why Were You Lurking Under Our Window?" "yes - Yes, Good Point, Petunia! What Were You Doing Under Our Windows, Boy?" "listening To The News," Said Harry In A Resigned Voice. His Aunt And Uncle Exchanged Looks Of Outrage. "listening To The News! Again?" "well, It Changes Every Day, You See," Said Harry.

I'm A Real Sucker For Guitars. I've Had A Crush On Many, Many A Guitarist.

I Don't Read 'chick Lit,' Fantasy Or Science Fiction But I'll Give Any Book A Chance If It's Lying There And I've Got Half An Hour To Kill.