Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black.

I sat and thought for four (delayed train) hours, and all the details bubbled up in my brain, and this scrawny, black-haired, bespectacled boy who didn't know he was a wizard became more and more real to me.

What are you doing with all those books anyway?" Ron asked. Just trying to decide which ones to take with us," said Hermione. When we're looking for the Horcruxes." Oh, of course," said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. "I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.

In dreams, we enter a world that’s entirely our own.

You'll stay with me?' Until the very end,' said James.

It is my belief... that the truth is generally preferable to lies.

Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?