One Never Gets The Same Summer Twice.

In A Way. Magic Is The Act Of Making A Wish Come About. Like Praying, Like Plotting, Like Herbs, Like Exerting Your Will On The World, Making Something Happen.

Words Have Weight, Something Once Said Cannot Be Unsaid. Meaning Is Like A Stone Dropped Into A Pool; The Ripples Will Spread And You Cannot Know What Back They Wash Against.

To Save My Son, I Would Plot With The Devil Himself.

For Harry Potter I Have All The Time In The World.

In Spain," Indeed! He Would Have Got No Closer Than The Indies If I Had Not Showed Him How To Do It. Stupid Puppy.