I'm Sure That I'll Never Have Another

But You're Dead,' Said Harry. 'oh, Yes,' Said Dumbledore Matter-of-factly. 'then... Am I Dead Too?' 'ah,' Said Dumbledore, Smiling Still More Broadly. 'that Is The Question, Isn't It? On The Whole, Dear Boy, I Think Not.

You Have To Kill A Lot Of Trees Before You Write Anything Good.

You Can Exist Without Your Soul, You Know, As Long As Your Brain And Heart Are Still Working. But You’ll Have No Sense Of Self Anymore, No Memory, No . . . Anything. There’s No Chance At All Of Recovery. You’ll Just — Exist. As An Empty Shell. And Your Soul Is Gone Forever . . . Lost.

There Is No Point In Apportioning Blame. What Is Done, Is Done.

If You Want To See The True Measure Of A Man, Watch How He Treats His Inferiors, Not His Equals.