Wherever Harry went inside the tiny cottage or its garden, he could hear the constant ebb and flow of the sea, like the breathing of some great, slumbering creature.
J. K. RowlingWhere is Wood?" said Harry, suddenly realizing he wasn't there. "Still in the showers," said Fred. "We think he's trying to drown himself.
J. K. RowlingI think it's alarming that people believe that success enables one to forget how life felt before. As if one could simply exchange one's values.
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