Sirius โ itโs me . . . itโs Peter . . . your friend . . . you wouldnโt . . .โ Black kicked out and Pettigrew recoiled. โThereโs enough filth on my robes without you touching them,โ said Black.
J. K. RowlingWe all know that the people we love are mortal, we all know weโre mortal, we know itโs going to end; you cannot prepare yourself for it.
J. K. RowlingHowever my parents - both of whom came from impoverished backgrounds and neither of whom had been to college, took the view that my overactive imagination was an amusing quirk that would never pay a mortgage or secure a pension.
J. K. Rowling