By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many.
J. K. RowlingRead
Every now and then I read a poem that does touch something in me, but I never turn to poetry for solace or pleasure in the way that I throw myself into prose.
Interpretation
Rowling reflects on her complex relationship with poetry compared to prose.
In this quote, J.K. Rowling expresses that while she occasionally finds emotional resonance in poetry, she doesn’t seek poetry for comfort or enjoyment as she does with prose. This highlights a distinction in her preferences, suggesting that prose provides her with a deeper sense of solace and engagement than poetry does.
In practice
In a literary discussion about the different impacts of poetry and prose.
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.
Theater is my temple and my religion and my act of faith. Strangers sit in a room together and believe together.
She has form," he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove - "that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good.
Most serious writers refuse to make themselves available to the things that technology is doing. I've never been able to understand this sort of fear.
The drama's laws the drama's patrons give._x000D_ _x000D_ For we that live to please must please to live.
The laws of the colors are unutterably beautiful, just because they are not accidental.
Bad writing is more than a matter of (expletive deleted) syntax and faulty observation; bad writing usually arises from a stubborn refusal to tell stories about what people actually do to face the fact, let us say, that murderers sometimes help old ladies cross the street.
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