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It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic (which, Harry reminded himself, it probably was). Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, THE BuRRow. Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the yard.

“It’s not much, ” said Ron.
” It’s wonderful, ” said Harry happily, thinking of Privet Drive.

“I don’t want other people to decide who I am. I want to decide that for myself. I want to avoid becoming too styled, too done, too generic.”

“You think the truth is this big shiny disco ball of purity then go ahead and try it. See what it gets you. Telling the truth to the wrong person at the wrong time is how I ended up where I did. Take it from me you’re always better off with a really good lie.”

Damon and Elena, still from The Hybrid(3.02)

One Day in the Life of Daniel Radcliffe

“Scratch my beard..”

I couldn’t make sense of the fluffy white snow that clung to my skin. I shook my head, and a cascade of white drifted out of my hair. I pinched one soft white bit between my fingers. It was a piece of down. “Why am I covered in feathers?” I asked, confused.

Bella Cullen, Breaking Dawn.