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It Was As If The Demise Of The Owner Had Lent The Flat A Physical Void It Hadn't Had Before. At The Same Time He Had The Feeling That He Wasn't Alone. Harry Believed In The Existence Of The Soul. Not That He Was Particularly Religious As Such, But It Was One Thing Which Always Struck Him When He Saw A Dead Body: The Body Was Bereft Of Something...the Creature Had Gone, The Light Had Gone,there Was Not The Illusory Afterglow That Long-since Burned-out Stars Have. The Body Was Missing Its Soul And It Was The Absence Of The Soul That Made Harry Believe.

Evil Is Not A Thing. It Cannot Take Possession Of You. It's The Opposite; It's A Void, An Absence Of Goodness. The Only Thing You Can Be Frightened Of Here Is Yourself.

Let Me Say Here And Now That Faith Has Never Done Me Any Good, Only Doubt. So That Is What Has Become My Testament.

When You're An Established Name, You Know That A Children's Book Will Have A Pretty Good Chance Of Getting Picked Up. Like Madonna. It's Not That I Had This Great Idea. Actually, In My Case, It Was A Great Idea.

A Horse Perceives Eye Contact As Provocative, As If It And Its Status In The Herd Are Not Being Respected. If It Cannot Avoid Eye Contact, It Will React In A Different Way, By Rebelling For Example. In Dressage You Don't Get Anywhere By Not Showing Respect, However Superior Your Species Might Be. Any Animal Trainer Can Tell You That. In The Mountains In Argentina There's A Wild Horse Which Will Jump Off The Nearest Precipice If Any Human Tries To Ride It.