Professor Lyall gave a tiny smile. "Come on, then, to bed with us, and I will remind you, in the best possible way, how young you really are." "Very good, sir." "Ah, Biffy, I rather think that now that is my line." Biffy laughed and straightened his spine, grabbing the Beta by the hand. " Right`o, come along, then." "Very good, Sir." Professor Lyall managed, somehow, to make his reply sound lika a change in rank, a promise of wickedness, and the approval of a favorite teacher, all in one simple phrase.

"Humans have a knack for choosing precisely the things that are worst for them." Albus Dumbledore.

Men å drømme om noe usannsynlig har et eget navn. Vi kaller det håp.

"Take some more tea," the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.

"I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an offended tone, "so I can't take more."

"You mean you can't take less," said the Hatter; "it's very easy to take more than nothing."