When you say too much about anything important, it always ends up sounding more trivial than it is. Words trash it.

It's human nay-cha...For me to sperminay-cha.

I do so much revising as I go along; I wonder how I could write books if I hadn't grown up in the computer age. I think I'd be a very different writer. I find myself cutting and pasting, changing things around and deleting whole paragraphs constantly.

Why do you even put up with me?' 'I'm not putting up with you,' he said, softly. 'I'm loving you.

I'm sitting in the bleachers, watching longingly as all the boys and umbumped girls in my Personal Health and Fitness class play Muggle Quidditch. I don't even like the game very much, I think it's silly, but I so miss physical activity that I'd be thrilled if I could run around the gymnasium with a broom between my legs, chasing after the human snitch wearing a gold pinny.

I wish our love was right now.

You, yes, you, linger inside my heart The same you who stopped us before we could start.