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What Will Come, Will Come; You Just Have To Be There To Meet It.

I Hope That Even If You Remember Not A Single Word Of Mine, You Remember Those Of Seneca, Another Of Those Old Romans I Met When I Fled Down The Classics Corridor, In Retreat From Career Ladders, In Search Of Ancient Wisdom: As Is A Tale, So Is Life: Not How Long It Is, But How Good It Is, Is What Matters.

During The First Five Years That I Was Writing The Series, I Made Plans And Wrote Small Pieces Of All The Books. I Concentrate On One Book At A Time, Though Occasionally I Will Get An Idea For A Future Book And Scribble It Down For Future Reference.

They Heard The Click Of The Mail Slot And Flop Of Letters On The Doormat. "get The Mail, Dudley," Said Uncle Vernon From Behind His Paper. "make Harry Get It." "get The Mail, Harry." "make Dudley Get It." "poke Him With Your Smelting Stick, Dudley.

Did You See Me Disarm Hermione, Harry?" "only Once" Said Hermione Stung. "i Got You Loads More Then You Got Me—" "i Did Not Only Get You Once, I Got You At Least Three Times—" "well If You're Counting The One Where You Tripped Over Your Own Feet And Knocked The Wand Out Of My Hand—