Seventeen, eh!" said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred. "Six years to the day we met, Harry, dโyeh remember it?" "Vaguely," said Harry, grinning up at him. "Didnโt you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pigโs tail, and tell me I was a wizard?" "I forgeโ the details," Hagrid chortled.
J. K. RowlingIf anyone wanted ter find out some stuff, all theyโd have ter do would be ter follow the spiders. Thatโd lead โem right! Thatโs all Iโm sayinโ.
J. K. RowlingMany prefer not to exercise their imaginations at all. They choose to remain comfortably within the bounds of their own experience, never troubling to wonder how it would feel to have been born other than they are. They can refuse to hear screams or to peer inside cages; they can close their minds and hearts to any suffering that does not touch them personally; they can refuse to know. I might be tempted to envy people who can live that way, except that I do not think they have any fewer nightmares than I do. The wilfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.
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