Joan DeArtemis

“He cleared his throat. “Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“Nothing is lost. Nothing is forgotten. It was in the blood, the flesh. And now, it is forever.”
― Greg Bear, Blood Music

“The set of outline notes of our poorer sermons, however, will likely reveal that they were shaped by the nature of their substantive content, not by the process of the narrative experience that is anticipated.”
― Eugene L. Lowry, The Homiletical Plot: The Sermon as Narrative Art Form

“He didn’t see the owls swooping past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone