I Won't Blast People Out Of My

Pagford, Which By Night Was No More Than A Cluster Of Twinkling Lights In A Dark Hollow Far Below, Was Emerging Into Chilly Sunlight.

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

My Parents Are Muggles, Mate. They Don't Know Nothing About No Deaths At Hogwarts, Because I'm Not Stupid Enough To Tell Them.

Every Second He Breathed, The Smell Of The Grass, The Cool Air On His Face, Was So Precious: To Think That People Had Years And Years, Time To Waste, So Much Time It Dragged, And He Was Clinging To Each Second.

I Was Set Free Because My Greatest Fear Had Been Realized, And I Still Had A Daughter Who I Adored, And I Had An Old Typewriter And A Big Idea. And So Rock Bottom Became A Solid Foundation On Which I Rebuilt My Life.