Time Is Galleons, Little Brother.

Would You Like Me To [kill You] Now?" Asked Snape, His Voice Heavy With Irony. "or Would You Like A Few Moments To Compose An Epitaph?

A Dream Is Where A Boy Can Swim In The Deepest Oceans And Fly Over The Highest Clouds.

I Have Met Thousands Of Children Now, And Not Even One Time Has A Child Come Up To Me And Said, 'ms. Rowling, I'm So Glad I've Read These Books Because Now I Want To Be A Witch.'

Writing For Me Is A Kind Of Compulsion, So I Don't Think Anyone Could Have Made Me Do It, Or Prevented Me From Doing It.

Giggling Should Be Made Illegal.