But I was willing to embrace mortal life again, before chasing immortality.

He was slumped in the back, gazing out of the window, as though his parents were two people who had picked him up hitchhiking, connected to him merely by chance and proximity.

I believe in hard work and luck, and that the first often leads to the second

I think the willfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.

We let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason—" "So he hauled us off to his office and started threatening us with the usual—" "—detention—" "—disembowelment—

No story lives unless someone wants to listen. So thank you, all of you.

Gilderoy Lockhart is also a lot like someone I once knew, but I don't think I'd better elaborate!