I'll be writing until I can't write anymore. It's a compulsion with me. I love writing.

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please, Whether we be old and bald, Or young with scabby knees, Our heads could do with filling With some interesting stuff, For now they're bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff, So teach us something worth knowing, Bring us back what we've forgot, Just do your best, we'll do the rest, And learn until our brains all rot.

If only the hat had mentioned a house for people who felt a bit queasy, that would have been the one for him.

To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

He had fought back with every weapon in his arsenal, being alternatively obtuse, evasive and pedantic, for it was wonderful how you could obscure an emotional issue by appearing to seek precision.

Professor,” Harry gasped. “Your bird — I couldn’t do anything — he just caught fire —

You are nearly there," said James. "Very close. We are...so proud of you.