Our imagination is the only limit to what we can hope to have in the future.
If our early lessons of acceptance were as successful as our early lessons of anger, how much happier we would all be.
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.
While we have the gift of life, it seems to me that only tragedy is to allow part of us to die - whether it is our spirit, our creativity, or our glorious uniqueness.
Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
Hearing voices no one else can hear isn't a good sign, even in the wizarding world.
Why the hell would terrorists kidnap a bunch of high school students?