Don't Worry. You're Just As Sane As

Hagrid Looked Down At His Umbrella And Scratched His Beard. 'shouldn'ta Lost Me Temper,' He Said Ruefully, 'but It Didn't Work Anyway. Meant Ter Turn Him Into A Pig, But I Suppose He Was So Much Like A Pig Anyway There Wasn't Much Left Ter Do.

Many Prefer Not To Exercise Their Imaginations At All. They Choose To Remain Comfortably Within The Bounds Of Their Own Experience, Never Troubling To Wonder How It Would Feel To Have Been Born Other Than They Are.

I Never Know," Harry Called To Hagrid Over The Noise Of The Cart, "what's The Difference Between A Stalagmite And A Stalactite?" "stalagmite's Got An 'm' In It," Said Hagrid.

We Did It, We Bashed Them Wee Potter's The One, And Voldy's Gone Moldy, So Now Let's Have Fun!

How Do You Feel, Georgie?" Whispered Mrs. Weasley. George's Fingers Groped For The Side Of His Head. "saintlike," He Murmured. "what's Wrong With Him?" Croaked Fred, Looking Terrified. "is His Mind Affected?" "saintlike," Repeated George, Opening His Eyes And Looking Up At His Brother. "you See...i'm Holey, Fred, Geddit?