If anyone wanted ter find out some stuff, all they’d have ter do would be ter follow the spiders. That’d lead ‘em right! That’s all I’m sayin’.

There was no press involvement, there was no pressure. Life was very pure and it became more complicated.

Parminder kept her unwept tears locked tightly inside where they seemed to undergo an alchemical transformation, returning to the outer world as lava slides of rage.

The wand chooses the wizard.

Well, you split your soul, you see, and hide part of it in an object outside the body. Then, even if one’s body is attacked or destroyed, one cannot die, for part of the soul remains earthbound and undamaged. But of course, existence in such a form . . .

He sobbed in desperation at the burden of fear he carried with him every day of his life.

What you write becomes who you are… So make sure you love what you write!