I Can Teach You How To Bottle

Bigotry Is Probably The Thing I Detest Most.

What Was There To Be Gained By Fighting The Most Evil Wizard Who Has Ever Existed?" Said Black, With A Terrible Fury In His Face. "only Innocent Lives, Peter!" "you Don't Understand!" Whined Pettigrew. "he Would Have Killed Me, Sirius!" "then You Should Have Died!" Roared Black. "died Rather Than Betray Your Friends, As We Would Have Done For You!

If You Choose To Use Your Status And Influence To Raise Your Voice On Behalf Of Those Who Have No Voice; If You Choose To Identify Not Only With The Powerful, But With The Powerless; If You Retain The Ability To Imagine Yourself Into The Lives Of Those Who Do Not Have Your Advantages, Then It Will Not Only Be Your Proud Families Who Celebrate Your Existence, But Thousands And Millions Of People Whose Reality You Have Helped Transform For The Better. We Do Not Need Magic To Change The World, We Carry All The Power We Need Inside Ourselves Already: We Have The Power To Imagine Better.

Gavin Saw A Grave Purely As A Marker For The Place Where A Corpse Was Decomposing; A Nasty Thought, Yet People Took It Into Their Heads To Visit And Bring Flowers, As Though It Might Yet Recover.

He Might Have Been Encased In A Thick Glass Bubble, So Separate Did He Feel From His Three Dining Companions. It Was A Sensation With Which He Was Only Too Familiar, That Of Walking In A Giant Sphere Of Worry, Enclosed By It, Watching His Own Terrors Roll By, Obscuring The Outside World.