The Ickabog

by J.K. Rowling

Sometimes, two people can tell each other more with a look than others could tell each other with a lifetime of words.

That hope had left her heart like a bird fleeing a ransacked nest,

She had a strange feeling that she was meant to do something important

“burned crusts and soggy bases happen to the best of us. Roll up your sleeves and start something else, I say. No point moaning over what you can’t fix!”

broken mind might yet be mended, if only he could be brought to understand that he wasn’t alone, and to remember who he was.

tears can heal a mind, as well as laughter.

Lies upon lies upon lies. Once you started lying, you had to continue, and then it was like being captain of a leaky ship, always plugging holes in the side to stop yourself sinking.

Sometimes — I don’t know how — people who live many miles apart seem to realize the time has come to act.

Perhaps ideas can spread like pollen on the breeze.

Perhaps we go through a kind of Bornding when we change, for better or for worse.