Ah, Music. A Magic Beyond All We

I Think Mum's Got A Second Cousin Who's An Accountant, But We Never Talk About Him.

But Who Could Bear To Know Which Stars Were Already Dead, She Thought, Blinking Up At The Night Sky; Could Anybody Stand To Know That They All Were?

Don't Be Silly, Dawlish. I'm Sure You Are An Excellent Auror, I Seem To Remember You Achieved 'outstanding' In All Your N.e.w.t.s, But If You Attempt To — Er — 'bring Me In' By Force, I Will Have To Hurt You.

The Difficult Thing, The Glorious Thing, Was To Be Who You Really Were, Even If That Person Was Cruel Or Dangerous, Particularly If Cruel And Dangerous. There Was Courage In Not Distinguishing The Animal You Happened To Be. On The Other Hand, You Had To Avoid Pretending To Be More Of An Animal Than You Were: Take That Path, Start Exaggerating Or Faking And You Became Just Another Cubby, Just As Much Of A Liar, A Hypocrite

He Dreamed Of London And Of A Life That Mattered.