You have to kill a lot of trees before you write anything good.

“Choose what to believe. He wanted the truth. Why was everybody so determined th…”

“Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four.”

“I make mistakes like the next man. In fact, being--forgive me--rather cleverer …”

“That old berk," muttered Aberforth, taking another swig of mead. "Thought the s…”