For some to love you, some must loathe you.

I haven’t got the heart to take the mickey out of him, even,” said Fred, looking over at Ron’s crumpled figure. “Mind you . . . when he missed the fourteenth . . .” He made wild motions with his arms as though doing an upright doggy-paddle. “Well, I’ll save it for parties, eh?

On Harry dug, deeper and deeper into the hard, cold earth, subsuming his grief in sweat, denying the pain in his scar.

We can't choose our fate, but we can choose others. Be careful in knowing that.

Think your little jokes'll help you on your deathbed?" she jeered. "Jokes? No,no, these are manners," replied Dumbledore.

Dudley had reached roughly the size and weight of a young killer whale.

I think that emotionally, I've probably felt a little bit more balanced when I started writing again.