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The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of disposable diapers, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. Just take a second to love, it is almost all we have left.

"The tragedy of life isn't that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it." -Anonymous

"To be no one but yourself in a world which is doing its best to make you just like everybody else is to fight the greatest battle there is or ever will be." - E.E. Cummings

"Always try to be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version somebody else." -Judy Garland

"You've got to dance like no one's watching, and love like it's never going to hurt." -Unknown

"When one door closes another opens. But often we look so long so regretfully upon the closed door that we fail to see the one that has opened for us."-Alexander Graham Bell

"Never let the fear of striking out get in your way."-George Herman "Babe" Ruth

"Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command." Alan Watts

"It's bad luck to be superstitious." -Bill Blackman

"Never lend books, for no one ever returns them; the only books I have in my library are books that other people have lent me." - Anatole France

"To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." -Dumbledore (JK Rowling)

Favorite Moments in the Harry Potter books-

"Why were you lurking under our window?"
"Yes -- yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our windows, boy?"
"Listening to the news," said Harry in a resigned voice.
His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage.
"Listening to the news! Again?"
"Well, it changes every day, you see," said Harry

"Yeah, we'll call you," muttered Ron as the knight disappeared, "if we ever need someone mental."

"By the way, my dear, " (Professor Trelawney) shot suddently at Parvati Patil, "Beware a red-haired man." Parvati gave a startled look at Ron, who was right behind her, and edged her chair away from him.

"No...not exactly..." said Hermione slowly. "More...wondering...I suppose we're doing the right thing...I think...aren't we?"
Harry and Ron looked at each other.
"Well, that clears that up," said Ron. "It would have been really annoying if you hadn't explained yourself properly."

""Hey, look - Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too!" Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow 'F' on it, the other a 'G'.
"Harry's is better than ours, though," said Fred, holding up Harry's sweater. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."
"Why aren't you wearing yours, Ron?" George demanded. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm."
"I hate maroon," Ron moaned halfheartedly as he pulled it over his head.
"You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid; we know we're called Gred and Forge.""

"...from now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell die, Ron, die, I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong."

""Harry!" said Fred, elbowing Percy out of the way and bowing deeply. "Simply splendid to see you, old boy--"
"Marvelous," said George, pushing Fred aside and seizing Harry's hand in turn. "Absolutely spiffing."
Percy scowled.
"That's enough, now," said Mrs. Weasly.
"Mum!" said Fred as though he'd only just spotted her and seizing her hand too. "How really corking to see you--""

"You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family!" Molly Weasley.
'What are Fred and I? Next door neighbours?"

"We won't be seeing you," Fred told Professor Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick.
"Yeah, don't bother to keep in touch," said George, mounting his own.
Fred looked around at the assembled students, and at the silent, watchful crowd.
"If anybody fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three Diagon Alley -- Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," he said in a loud voice. "Our new premises!"
"Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat," said George, pointing at Professor Umbridge.
"STOP THEM!" shrieked Umbridge, but it was too late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closed in, Fred and George kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below. Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd.
"Give her hell from us, Peeves."
And Peeves, whom Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset.

THE 6TH BOOK COMES OUT 7/16! VISIT JK'S SITE AND IT'LL GIVE YOU ALL THE DETAILS!