Don't Worry. You're Just As Sane As

What Would Come, Would Come...and You Would Have To Meet It, When It Did.

The Mind Is Not A Book, To Be Opened At Will And Examined At Leisure. Thoughts Are Not Etched On The Inside Of Skulls, To Be Perused By An Invader. The Mind Is A Complex And Many-layered Thing.

Do You—do You Think I Want To—do You Think I Give A—i Don't Care What You Have To Say!" Harry Roared. "you Will," Said Dumbledore Sadly. "because You Are Not Nearly As Mad At Me As You Ought To Be. If You Are To Attack Me, As I Know You Are Close To Doing, I Would Like To Have Thoroughly Earned It.

Am I About To Discover Where You, Ron, And Hermione Disappeared To While You Were Supposed To Be In The Back Room Of Fred And George's Shop?" How Did You...?" Harry, Please. You're Talking To The Man Who Raised Fred And George.

During The First Five Years That I Was Writing The Series, I Made Plans And Wrote Small Pieces Of All The Books. I Concentrate On One Book At A Time, Though Occasionally I Will Get An Idea For A Future Book And Scribble It Down For Future Reference.