I Loved Writing Dumbledore And He Is

We Must Try Not To Sink Beneath Our Anguish, Harry, But Battle On.

I'm Not So Naive That I Didn't Know Or Didn't Suspect That, At Some Point, Someone Was Going To Say "you're Writing About The Occult." My Wizarding World Is A World Of Imagination. I Think It Is A Moral World.

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

And Without Thinking, Without Planning It, Without Worrying About The Fact That Fifty People Were Watching, Harry Kissed Her.

I Don't Expect You Will Really Understand The Beauty Of The Softly Simmering Cauldron With Its Shimmering Fumes, The Delicate Power Of Liquids That Creep Through Human Veins, Bewitching The Mind, Ensnaring The Senses.