To Hurt Is As Human As To

Trust Me," He Said. "i Know What I'm Doing... Or At Least" -- He Strolled Confidently To The Door -- "felix Does.

He Had Fought Back With Every Weapon In His Arsenal, Being Alternatively Obtuse, Evasive And Pedantic, For It Was Wonderful How You Could Obscure An Emotional Issue By Appearing To Seek Precision.

I Was Ripped From My Body, I Was Less Than Spirit, Less Than The Meanest Ghost . . . But Still, I Was Alive.

I Find That Discussing An Idea Out Loud Is Often The Way To Kill It Stone Dead.

There Was A Horrible Smell In The Kitchen The Next Morning When Harry Went In For Breakfast. It Seemed To Be Coming From A Large Metal Tub In The Sink. He Went To Have A Look. The Tub Was Full Of What Looked Like Dirty Rags Swimming In Gray Water. "what's This?" He Asked Aunt Petunia. "your New School Uniform," She Said. Harry Looked In The Bowl Again. "oh," He Said, "i Didn't Realize It Had To Be So Wet.