Don't call me Nymphadora, Remus.

Both could feel the relationship crumbling to pieces beneath the weight of everything that Gavin refused to say.

Giggling should be made illegal.

Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love.

It seemed impossible that there could be people in the world who still desired food, who laughed, who neither knew nor cared that Sirius Black was gone forever.

All's fair in love and war," said Ron brightly, "and this is a bit of both.

In a novel you have to resist the urge to tell everything.