You foul, lying, evil little cockroach!

Ah well... wand still in your jeans? Both buttocks still on? Okay, let’s go.

Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel — Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.

You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.

Krystal’s slow passage up the school had resembled the passage of a goat through the body of a boa constrictor, being highly visible and uncomfortable for both parties concerned.

I love being a writer. I am very lucky my life's ambition turned out to be just as much fun as I thought it would be.

There you go, Harry!” Ron shouted over the noise. “You weren’t being thick after all — you were showing moral fiber!