Never Tickle A Sleeping Dragon.

I've Been Writing Since I Was Six. It Is A Compulsion, So I Can't Really Say Where The Desire Came From; I've Always Had It. My Breakthrough With The First Book Came Through Persistence, Because A Lot Of Publishers Turned It Down!

I've Been Writing My Entire Life, And I'll Always Write.

As Harry And Ron Rounded The Clump Of Trees Behind Which Harry Had First Heard The Dragons Roar, A Witch Leapt Out From Behind Them. It Was Rita Skeeter. She Was Wearing Acid-green Robes Today; The Quick-quotes Quill In Her Hand Blended Perfectly Against Them. "congratulations, Harry!' She Said Beaming At Him. "i Wonder If You Could Give Me A Quick Word? How You Felt Facing That Dragon? How Do You Feel Now About The Fairness Of The Scoring?" "yeah, You Can Have A Word," Said Harry Savagely. "goodbye!

That," Said Harry, "is A Really Good Question.

Do Not Pity The Dead, Harry.