November 2011
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Sirius: You can't murder a book. Even I know that. But you know what you can do with a book, what you can do is burn it, or throw it out a window, or draw, mm, big hairy moustaches on all the ancient illustrations, and blacken the teeth of the women and children, and--
Remus: Oh God, don't. It's like talking about drowning babies. You are a terrible person.
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“I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.”
– Frederic Chopin, Letters (via) 