“We have to choose between what is right, and what is easy.”

Don’t worry. You’re just as sane as I am.

There is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you.

Courtesy dictates that we offer fellow wizards the opportunity of denying us entry.

Writing for me is a kind of compulsion, so I don’t think anyone could have made me do it, or prevented me from doing it.

Climbing out of poverty by your own efforts that is something on which to pride yourself but poverty itself is romanticized by fools.

Depression is deadened feeling, which is so very different from feeling sad. Sad hurts but it’s a healthy feeling. It is a necessary thing to feel.

Sometimes ideas just come to me. Other times I have to sweat and almost bleed to make ideas come. It’s a mysterious process, but I hope I never find out exactly how it works.

To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.

What’s most important in a friendship? Tolerance and loyalty.

Depression is the most unpleasant thing I have ever experienced. It is that absence of being able to envisage that you will ever be cheerful again.

Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.

I will defend the importance of bedtime stories to my last gasp.

It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.

It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.

It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

If we wish to free ourselves from enslavement, we must choose freedom and the responsibility this entails.

The only difference between a hero and the villain is that the villain chooses to use that power in a way that is selfish and hurts other people.

Protection and power are overrated. I think you are very wise to choose happiness and love.

Be a lover. Give love. Choose love. Love everyone, always.

Choose love, and don’t ever let fear turn you against your playful heart.

Time has no meaning in itself unless we choose to give it significance.

You are not the man you used to be. You are stronger and wiser and freer than you ever used to be. And now you have come at the crossroads of destiny. It’s time for you to choose. It’s time for you to choose good.

Our life is as meaningful, as full and as wonderful as we choose to make it. And we can make it very wonderful indeed.