Prerna Siddharth

“The United Nations research states that men with the longest life expectancy are from Japan, followed by Switzerland. I am rather surprised at this result as since time immemorial we have been doing the Karva Chauth fast to make sure our men have long lives, and the results should have definitely shown by now. I scan the list, confident that in this chart of life expectancy, the Indian man must definitely be in the top 5. Nope! There are 146 countries above us where the men have longer lifespans, and the biggest blow is that even with four wives who don’t fast for them, the Arab men outlive our good old Indian dudes.”
― Twinkle Khanna, Mrs Funnybones: She's just like You and a lot like Me

“And he spat in her face. Harry pulled the Cloak off himself, raised his wand and said, ‘You shouldn’t have done that.’ As Amycus spun round, Harry shouted, ‘Crucio!’ The Death Eater was lifted off his feet. He writhed through the air like a drowning man, thrashing and howling in pain, and then, with a crunch and a shattering of glass, he smashed into the front of a bookcase and crumpled, insensible, to the floor. ‘I see what Bellatrix meant,’ said Harry, the blood thundering through his brain, ‘you need to really mean it.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

“Harry saw Yaxley slammed to the floor by George and Lee Jordan, saw Dolohov fall with a scream at Flitwick’s hands, saw Walden Macnair thrown across the room by Hagrid, hit the stone wall opposite, and slide unconscious to the ground. He saw Ron and Neville bringing down Fenrir Greyback, Aberforth Stunning Rookwood, Arthur and Percy flooring Thicknesse, and Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy running through the crowd, not even attempting to fight, screaming for their son.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

“An accordion player who had no fingers on his right hand used little sticks tied to his wrist; the singer was blind; and almost all the others were horribly deformed, due to the nervous form of the disease very common in this area. With light from the lamps and the lanterns reflected in the river, it was like a scene from a horror movie. The place is lovely,”
― Che Guevara, The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey