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  • #1
    Rick Riordan
    “Afterward, I had the last laugh. I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting for us to come up, but hey-when you are the son of Poseidon, you don't have to hurry. And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.”
    Rick Riordan

  • #2
    Rick Riordan
    Braccas meas vescimini!"
    I wasn't sure where the Latin came from. I think it meant 'Eat my pants!”
    Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

  • #3
    J.K. Rowling
    “Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.”
    J.K. rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #4
    J.K. Rowling
    “To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #5
    J.K. Rowling
    “It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #6
    J.K. Rowling
    “Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here!”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #7
    J.K. Rowling
    “There is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #8
    J.K. Rowling
    “A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley...He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #9
    J.K. Rowling
    “Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn't realize that love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign… to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very own skin. Quirrel, full of hatred, greed, and ambition, sharing his soul with Voldemort, could not touch you for this reason. It was agony to touch a person marked by something so good.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #10
    J.K. Rowling
    “Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
    Teach us something please,
    Whether we be old and bald,
    Or young with scabby knees,
    Our heads could do with filling
    With some interesting stuff,
    For now they're bare and full of air,
    Dead flies and bits of fluff,
    So teach us something worth knowing,
    Bring us back what we've forgot,
    Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
    And learn until our brains all rot...”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #11
    J.K. Rowling
    “Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.”
    J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #12
    J.K. Rowling
    “I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #13
    J.K. Rowling
    “She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes -- her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green -- exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just like Harry's did.

    Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection.

    "Mum?" he whispered. "Dad?"

    They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Harry's knobbly knees -- Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.

    The Potters smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside of him, half joy, half terrible sadness.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #14
    J.K. Rowling
    “But people only die in proper duels, you know, with real wizards. The most you and Malfoy’ll be able to do is send sparks at each other. Neither of you knows enough magic to do any real damage. I bet he expected you to refuse, anyway.”
    “And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?”
    “Throw it away and punch him on the nose,” Ron suggested.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #15
    J.K. Rowling
    “Go on, have a pasty," said Harry, who had never had anything to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, eating their way through all Harry's pasties, cakes, and candies (the sandwiches lay forgotten).”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #16
    Camila Sosa Villada
    “Si alguien quisiera hacer una lectura de nuestra patria, de esta patria por la que hemos jurado morir en cada himno cantado en los patios de la escuela, esta patria que se ha llevado vidas de jóvenes en sus guerras, esta patria que ha enterrado gente en campos de concentración, si alguien quisiera hacer un registro exacto de esa mierda, entonces debería ver el cuerpo de La Tía Encarna. Eso somos como país también, el daño sin tregua al cuerpo de las travestis. La huella dejada en determinados cuerpos, de manera injusta, azarosa y evitable, esa huella de odio.”
    Camila Sosa Villada, Las malas



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