In Many, Many Ways... Hufflepuff Is My

Ah" Said Dumbledore Gently, "yes I Thought We Might Hit That Little Snag!" "snag?" Said Fudge, His Voice Still Vibrating With Joy. "i See No Snag, Dumbledore!" "well," Said Dumbledore Apologetically, "i'm Afraid I Do." "oh, Really?" "well It's Just That You Seem To Be Labouring Under The Delusion That I Am Going To -- Come Quietly. I Am Afraid I Am Not Going To Come Quietly At All, Cornelius. I Have Absolutely No Intention Of Being Sent To Azkaban. I Could Break Out, Of Course -- But What A Waste Of Time, And Frankly, I Can Think Of A Whole Host Of Things I Would Rather Be Doing.

Why Do I Talk About The Benefits Of Failure? Simply Because Failure Meant A Stripping Away Of The Inessential. I Stopped Pretending To Myself That I Was Anything Other Than What I Was, And Began To Direct All My Energy Into Finishing The Only Work That Mattered To Me.

There Is No Good And Evil, There Is Only Power And Those Too Weak To Seek It.

It's Just Hard," Harry Said Finally, In A Low Voice, "to Realize He Won't Write Me Again

I Don't Drive. No. Cars Terrify Me. I Am Really Frightened Of Cars.