My Brain Surprises Even Me Sometimes.

I Sat And Thought For Four (delayed Train) Hours, And All The Details Bubbled Up In My Brain, And This Scrawny, Black-haired, Bespectacled Boy Who Didn't Know He Was A Wizard Became More And More Real To Me.

You Know, I Sometimes Think We Sort Too Soon.

Books Are Like Mirrors: If A Fool Looks In, You Cannot Expect A Genius To Look Out.

You Are The True Master Of Death, Because The True Master Does Not Seek To Run Away From Death.

Thirty–zero! Take That, You Dirty, Cheating —” “jordan, If You Can’t Commentate In An Unbiased Way — !” “i’m Telling It Like It Is, Professor!