Failure Means A Stripping Away Of The

Fawkes Is A Phoenix, Harry. Phoenixes Burst Into Flame When It Is Time For Them To Die And Are Reborn From The Ashes.

I Love Being A Writer. I Am Very Lucky My Life's Ambition Turned Out To Be Just As Much Fun As I Thought It Would Be.

Magic Has Universal Appeal. I Don't Believe In Magic In The Way That I Describe In My Books, But I'd Love It To Be Real.

As Is A Tale, So Is Life: Not How Long It Is, But How Good It Is, Is What Matters. I Wish You All Very Good Lives.

And Now A Chill Settled Over Them Where They Stood, And Harry Heard The Rasping Breath Of The Dementors That Patrolled The Outer Trees. They Would Not Affect Him Now. The Fact Of His Own Survival Burned Inside Him, A Talisman Against Them, As Though His Father's Stag Kept Guardian In His Heart.