Love wins. It does win. We know it wins.

Harry Potter has kindly joined us for my rebirthing party. One might go so far as to call him my guest of honor.

I don't take any responsibility for the lunatic fringes of my own religion.

Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my 'furry little problem' in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit.

Choice was dangerous: you had to forgo all other possibilities when you chose.

The silence was unbearable to him. If the pictures could have reflected the feelings inside him, they would have been screaming in pain.

Everyone wanted my emotions to be very simple. They wanted me to say, "I was poor and I was unhappy, and now I've got money and I'm really happy."