There are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on Earth.

I am way happier than I should be considering the obvious fact that thousands of dementors have taken over our city. (Does this mean I'm not a wizard after all?)

Things are going right. Not exactly according to the master plan, but in ways that I can adjust to. Aside from having the black lung.

I like walking in fog so thick you can see only 40 feet in front of you, and feeling like the only person left on the planet.