Why Had He Never Appreciated The Miracle

Krystal Flung Herself Violently Off The Chair, Away From Her Mother. She Was Surprised To Feel Warm Liquid Flowing Down Her Cheeks, And Thought Confusedly Of Blood, But It Was Tears, Only Tears, Clear And Shining On Her Fingertips When She Wiped Them Away.

Dumbledore Paused, And Although His Voice Remained Light And Calm, And He Gave No Obvious Sign Of Anger, Harry Felt A Kind Of Chill Emanating From Him And Noticed That The Dursleys Drew Very Slightly Closer Together. “you Did Not Do As I Asked. You Have Never Treated Harry As A Son. He Has Known Nothing But Neglect And Often Cruelty At Your Hands. The Best That Can Be Said Is That He Has At Least Escaped The Appalling Damage You Have Inflicted Upon The Unfortunate Boy Sitting Between You.

As Is A Tale, So Is Life: Not How Long It Is, But How Good It Is, Is What Matters. I Wish You All Very Good Lives.

According To Nietzche," Said A Sharp New Voice, Making Them All Jump, "philosophy Is The Biography Of The Philosopher.

You Don't Have Sex Near Unicorns. It's An Ironclad Rule. It's Tacky.