It was a shame, but as Ron said, you couldn't have everything in life.
That's chess!" snapped Ron. "You've got to make some sacrifices!
I'm absolutely a Ron Paul fan.
Friday was an important day for Harry and Ron. They finally managed to find their way down to the Great Hall without getting lost once.
I find some unity with Ron Paul.
If OJ Simpson did not have a handgun, Nicole and Ron would still be alive today.
Today, Snoop Dog endorsed Ron Paul for president. Snoop said he likes Paul's positions on everything from legalizing pot. . . to legalizing pot.
The only relaxed boss is Big Ron. He had me drinking pink champagne - before the match.
Death's got an Invisibility Cloak?" Harry interrupted again. "So he can sneak up on people," said Ron. "Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking.
I've got nothing against tattoos. I don't have one myself. If I did, it would be right there next to my watch. It would say "Your wife's birthday is August 2nd, your anniversary is September 18th, don't let Ron White drive your car again. "
God, if you ever loved me, open my eyes for me when I'm being this stupid! (Ron)
Harry: "And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?” Ron: “Throw it away and punch him on the nose.
Yeah,' said Ron. 'Could've been worse. Remember those birds she set on me?' 'I still haven't ruled it out,' came Hermione's muffled voice from beneath her blankets, but Harry saw Ron smiling slightly as he pulled his maroon pajamas out of his rucksack.
Ron Paul's revolution isn't a fluke. It's the future.
But Tammy Faye calls me, and Ron Jeremy calls me, Erik Estrada sends me a Christmas card every year.
If you’re not in Gryffindor, we’ll disinherit you,” said Ron, “but no pressure.
All we do is read the stupid textbook," said Ron.
Who's Kreacher?" "The house-elf who lives here," said Ron. "Nutter. Never met one like him. " "He is not a nutter," said Hermione. "His life's ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque like his mother", said Ron. "Is that normal, Hermione?
Auto da Fay reveals the trickles of a creative sensibility that later became a tide, but essentially, Weldon the writer emerges only at the very end of this volume, in conjunction with her finding and marrying her husband of 30 years, Ron Weldon. In this sense, it is half a memoir, the private background story to the public future. (. . . ) The reader is forced to re-evaluate the spectacular weirdness of Weldon's fiction: having lived such a life any other kind would seem insipid.
Who was this women?' asked Harry. 'I dunno, some Ministry hag. ' Mundungus considered for a moment, brow wrinkled. 'Little women. Bow on top of er' head. ' He frowned and then added, 'Looked like a toad. ' Harry dropped his wand. Harry looked up and saw his own shock reflected in Ron and Hermione's faces. The scars on the back of right hand seemed to be tingling again.