Harry Moved The Tip Of His Eagle-feather

Harry Was Speeding Toward The Ground When The Crowd Saw Him Clap His Hand To His Mouth As Though He Was Going To Be Sick-he Hit The Field On All Fours-coughed-and Something Gold Fell Into His Hand. 'i've Got The Snitch!' He Shouted, Waving It Above His Head, And The Game Ended In Complete Confusion. 'he Didn't Catch It, He Nearly Swalloed It,' Flint Was Still Howling Twenty Minutes Later, But It Made No Difference-harry Hadn't Broken Any Rules And Lee Jordan Was Still Happily Shouting The Results-gryffindor Had Won By 170 Points To 60.

I Think That Perhaps If I Had Had To Slow Down The Ideas So That I Could Capture Them On Paper I Might Have Stifled Some Of Them.

Dawn Was Breaking Over The Horizon, Shell Pink And Faintly Gold.

Yes, There Are Parallels. The Difference Is That I Just Look At [my Son] David And Think That He's Absolutely Perfect, Whereas You Look At The Finished Book And You Think, 'oh, Damn It, I Should Have Changed That.' You're Never Happy. Whereas With A Baby, You're Happy. If You've Got A Perfect Baby, You're Just Grateful.

Gavin Saw A Grave Purely As A Marker For The Place Where A Corpse Was Decomposing; A Nasty Thought, Yet People Took It Into Their Heads To Visit And Bring Flowers, As Though It Might Yet Recover.