There's Always Room For A Story That

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.

Whatever Money You Might Have, Self-worth Really Lies In Finding Out What You Do Best.

Killing Rips The Soul Apart.

And Tears Came Before He Could Stop Them, Boiling Hot Then Instantly Freezing On His Face, And What Was The Point In Wiping Them Off? Or Pretending? He Let Them Fall.

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