Jealous?...Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself.
J. K. RowlingHe was slumped in the back, gazing out of the window, as though his parents were two people who had picked him up hitchhiking, connected to him merely by chance and proximity.
J. K. RowlingBut who could bear to know which stars were already dead, she thought, blinking up at the night sky; could anybody stand to know that they all were?
J. K. Rowling