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The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.
I need to recharge my batteries between jobs. Right now my batteries are sitting in a corner crying their eyes out, and my get-up-and-go has got up and gone without leaving a forwarding address.
I can understand not being as pricey as Percy or Jason, but am I worth two, three Franks?
A lot of people are going to get hurt tomorrow. All we can do is stand in the way of that and say, "Not them. Me. If you need to hurt someone, hurt me."
Call me Ishmael.
And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.
They have debauched my sloth!
Anyone can make an error, but that error doesn't become a mistake until you refuse to correct it. The error has now been corrected. You may begin training a replacement.
There's not a moment to lose.
Tell them this is where our final victory over the Rebellion begins.
Run like fun for the nearest horizon. It won't do any good, but it should take your mind off the horror to come.
"This short watch that is about to come, or rather these two short watches--why are they called dog watches? Where, heu, heu, is the canine connection?'
"Why,' said Stephen, 'it is because they are curtailed of course.”
For the cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see. He is the soul of antique Aegyptus, and bearer of tales from forgotten cities in Meroe and Ophir. He is the kin of the jungle’s lords, and heir to the secrets of hoary and sinister Africa. The Sphinx is his cousin, and he speaks her language; but he is more ancient than the Sphinx, and remembers that which she hath forgotten.
Glamdring glittered white in answer.
He is surer of finding the way home in a blind night than the cats of Queen Beruthiel.
In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain!
Can you run? I think not!
"Well, I'm back," he said.
Maman died today.
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous vermin.
At times, his insanely reckless manner pushes him into situations from which only his foolhardy courage can save him.
Just trying to brighten the conversation with humor, Sithy. You need to cheer up.
Slicing your spine into coasters would cheer me. May I?
Gotta go with 'no' on that one.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
"This is ridiculous. I look like the Games Workshop version of a Jedi Knight."
How long does Uncle Luke need to sleep? One Jedi night!