I Would Always Want Printed Books.

I'm Serious, Harry, Don't Go." But Harry Only Had One Thought In His Head, Which Was To Get Back In Front Of The Mirror, And Ron Wasn't Going To Stop Him. That Third Night He Found His Way More Quickly Than Before. He Was Walking So Fast He Knew He Was Making More Noise Than Was Wise, But He Didn't Meet Anyone. And There Were His Mother And Father Smiling At Him Again, And One Of His Grandfathers Nodding Happily. Harry Sank Down To Sit On The Floor In Front Of The Mirror. There Was Nothing To Stop Him From Staying Here All Night With His Family. Nothing At All.

Harry Is The Best Hope We Have. Trust Him.

The Dementors Send Their Love, Potter!

Magic Has Universal Appeal. I Don't Believe In Magic In The Way That I Describe In My Books, But I'd Love It To Be Real.

You Must Accept The Reality Of Other People. You Think That Reality Is Up For Negotiation, That We Think It's Whatever You Say It Is. You Must Accept That We Are As Real As You Are; You Must Accept That You Are Not God.