Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something.

Josie tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she glanced up the hall. You ready?I nodded and we started down the hall and we made it halfway before I did something totally cheesy. I reached b...

I’M LOSING FAITH IN MY FAVORITE COUNTRYThroughout my life, the United States has been my favorite country, save and except for Canada, where I was born, raised, educated, and still live for six months...

Intentamos hacer un pequeño Natches, ¿recuerdas?

In 1988 the German oceanographer Hartmut Heinrich was the first to come up with the firm geological evidence for such a cataclysmic 'iceberg-calving' process during the last Ice Age. By examining deep...

I was once reproved by a minister who was driving a poor beast to some meeting-house horse-sheds among the hills of New Hampshire, because I was bending my steps to a mountain-top on the Sabbath, inst...

I should like to save the Shire, if I could - though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons migh...

I remember laughing at that moment, and I remember my son frowning at me in puzzlement. What I remember best of all, though, was the sudden certainty that the gods were with me, that they would fight...

I know now that all people hunger for a noble, unsullied past, that as sure as the black nationalist dreams of a sublime Africa before the white man's corruption, so did Thomas Jefferson dream of an i...

I incline to Cain's heresy, he used to say quaintly: I let my brother go to the devil in his own way.

I can smell her all over you. You need some help taming her?Let me break her in for you.

I balled my hands into tight fists to keep them from wrapping around Mr. I-Know-Everything's superior neck.

Humour, if one looks into it, is principally a matter of retrospect.

How in the fuck is that even possible? Was Hades sleeping on the job o something?Yes, Seth, he took a nap and Perses snuck in the back door and let them out. Then they skipped through the Vale of Mour...

He doesn’t like making others uncomfortable.-Helen to Sophia about Alistair

Haven’t you been hurt? Miss Lillian asked. Theta thought of Roy’s fists. Mrs. Bowers’s cold cruelty. Even the first wound of abandonment. Yes. And here you still are. No. The question is this: Haven’t...

Had Volcker never pushed through his radical change in policy, the world would be many bond traders and one memoir the poorer.

For the increase in the number of my Brennan cousins, Conall remarked dryly, we must thank the potato.

For cleverness and wisdom are as different as are the circuitous passages of a labyrinth and the straight, upward flight of a bird.

Finding happiness by delivering it.