It Was So Good To Be Held.

Was It Love When Somebody Filled A Space In Your Life That Yawned Inside You, Once They Had Gone?

The Knowledge That You Have Emerged Wiser And Stronger From Setbacks Means That You Are, Ever After, Secure In Your Ability To Survive.

I've Only Suffered Writer's Block Badly Once, And That Was During The Writing Of Chamber Of Secrets. I Had My First Burst Of Publicity About The First Book And It Paralysed Me. I Was Scared The Second Book Wouldn't Measure Up, But I Got Through It!

October Extinguished Itself In A Rush Of Howling Winds And Driving Rain And November Arrived, Cold As Frozen Iron, With Hard Frosts Every Morning And Icy Drafts That Bit At Exposed Hands And Faces.

Odd Words Floated Back To Them Over The Hundreds Of Heads. "nobility Of Spirit"..."intellectual Contribution"..."greatness Of Heart"...it Did Not Mean Very Much. It Had Little To Do With Dumbledore As Harry Had Known Him. He Suddenly Remembered Dumbledore's Idea Of A Few Words, "nitwit," "oddment," "blubber," And "tweak," And Again Had To Suppress A Grin.