Decent People Are So Easy To Manipulate,

The Consequences Of Our Actions Are Always So Complicated, So Diverse, That Predicting The Future Is A Very Difficult Business Indeed.

It Seemed Impossible That There Could Be People In The World Who Still Desired Food, Who Laughed, Who Neither Knew Nor Cared That Sirius Black Was Gone Forever.

I'll Be Writing Until I Can't Write Anymore. It's A Compulsion With Me. I Love Writing.

Then He Heard A Terrible Cry That Pulled At His Insides, That Expressed Agony Of A Kind That Neither Flame Nor Curse Could Cause, And He Stood Up, Swaying, More Frightened Than He Had Been That Day, More Frightened, Perhaps, Than He Had Been In His Whole Life.

Yes, It Is Easy To See That Nearly Six Years Of Magical Education Have Not Been Wasted On You, Potter. Ghosts Are Transparent.