He Gave Everything To Everybody. Except To

Books Are Like Mirrors: If A Fool Looks In, You Cannot Expect A Genius To Look Out.

Would It Hurt To Die? All Those Times He Had Thought It Was About To Happen And Escaped, He Had Never Really Thought Of The Thing Itself: His Will To Live Had Always Been So Much Stronger Than His Fear Of Death.

Why Don't You Confer With Mr. Finnigan? As I Recall, He Has A Particular Proclivity For Pyrotechnics.

The World Isn't Split Into Good People And Death Eaters.

This Group Had A Kind Of Dark Glamour Within The Castle. They Were A Motley Collection; A Mixture Of The Weak Seeking Protection, The Ambitious Seeking Some Shared Glory, And The Thuggish Gravitating Toward A Leader Who Could Show Them More Refined Forms Of Cruelty.