By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many.
J. K. RowlingRead
I've no idea where ideas come from and I hope I never find out; it would spoil the excitement for me if it turned out I just have a funny little wrinkle on the surface of my brain which makes me think about invisible train platforms.
Interpretation
The origin of ideas is mysterious and should remain so to preserve their enchantment.
J.K. Rowling expresses a whimsical take on the nature of creativity, suggesting that the source of ideas is an enigma that, if uncovered, might diminish their allure. This perspective embraces the mystery behind inspiration and the wondrous experience of imaginative thought, advocating for a view that celebrates the unknown intricacies of the creative process.
In practice
In a creative writing workshop, to inspire budding authors.
By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many.
Where are you heading, if you’ve got the choice?” James lifted an invisible sword. “‘Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!’ Like my dad.” Snape made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him. “Got a problem with that?” “No,” said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. “If you’d rather be brawny than brainy —” “Where’re you hoping to go, seeing as you’re neither?” interjected Sirius.
Depression isn't just being a bit sad. It's feeling nothing. It's not wanting to be alive anymore.
I tell you, that dragon's the most horrible animal I've ever met, but the way Hagrid goes on about it, you'd think it was a fluffy little bunny rabbit.
Imagine losing fingernails, Harry! That really puts our sufferings into perspective, doesn't it?
The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.
I don't believe what the papers are saying They're just out to capture my dime, Exaggerating this, exaggerating that.
One must be able to let things happen.
As we dread any disease that undermines the health of the body, so should we deplore contention, which is a corroding canker of the spirit.
Coming of age in a fascist police state will not be a barrel of fun for anybody, much less for people like me, who are not inclined to suffer Nazis gladly and feel only contempt for the cowardly flag-suckers who would gladly give up their outdated freedom to live for the mess of pottage they have been conned into believing will be freedom from fear.
The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.
Billy Pilgrim says that the Universe does not look like a lot of bright little dots to the creatures from Tralfamadore. The creatures can see where each star has been and where it is going, so that the heavens are filled with rarefied, luminous spaghetti. And Tralfamadorians don't see human beings as two-legged creatures, either. They see them as great millepedes - "with babies' legs at one end and old people's legs at the other," says Billy Pilgrim.
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