One, Two, ... Five!" "three, My Lord.

We Come From Nothing, We Are Going Back To Nothing-in The End What Have We Lost? Nothing!

It's Nice To See That Look Of Alarm On The Faces Of The Others.

Tis But A Scratch!" "a Scratch? Your Arm's Off!" "no It Isn't." "then What's That?" "oh Come On, Pansy!

She Turned Me Into A Newt. ... But I Got Better.

I Hope I Will Have Achieved Something Lasting.