I have some problems with conventional organized religion.

There was no press involvement, there was no pressure. Life was very pure and it became more complicated.

By the time she had interpreted Harry's dreams at the top of her voice (all of which, even the ones that involved eating porridge, apparently foretold a gruesome and early death), he was feeling much less sympathetic toward her.

If ever I expected to come face to face with an angry Christian fundamentalist, it wasn't in FAO Schwarz.

To the Dark Lord, I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. R.A.B

Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain.

Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother?