Don't Count Your Owls Before They Are

Yeah 'ear 'ear," Said George, With Half A Glance At Fred, The Corner Of Whose Mouth Twitched.

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

The Moment You Are Old Enough To Take The Wheel, Responsibility Lies With You.

Warrington’s Aim’s So Pathetic I’d Be More Worried If He Was Aiming For The Person Next To Me.

She Had A Way Of Seeing The Beauty In Others, Even, And Perhaps Most Especially, When That Person Couldn't See It In Themselves.