And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off? Or pretending? He let them fall.

She was actively frightened of imparting confidences, because she feared that they might betray the world of oddness that lived inside her

Life is not a check-list of acquisition or achievement.

Why are they all staring?" demanded Albus as he and Rose craned around to look at the other students. "Don’t let it worry you," said Ron. "It’s me. I’m extremely famous.

As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters. I wish you all very good lives.

... you could claim that anything's real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobody's proved it doesn't exist!

He put his foot on one pedal, scooted a few yards and swung his other leg over the saddle. He soared left into the vertiginously sloping hillside road and sped, without touching his brakes ... The hedgerows and sky blurred; he imagined himself in a velodrome as the wind whipped his hair clean...