Lily and James only made you Secret-Keeper because I suggested it,” Black hissed, so venomously that Pettigrew took a step backward. “I thought it was the perfect plan... a bluff... Voldemort would be sure to come after me, would never dream they’d use a weak, talentless thing like you... It must have been the finest moment of your miserable life, telling Voldemort you could hand him the Potters.

No man or woman alive, magical or not, has ever escaped some form of injury, whether physical, mental, or emotional. To hurt is as human as to breathe.

Luck can only get you so far.

You are protected, in short, by your ability to love!

When people are very damaged, they can often meet the world with a kind of defiance.

If I wasn't a writer, I would be depressed.

Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.