There appears to be something to do with vehicles and movement that stimulates my writing.

I will if you go out with me, Evans

You have to resign yourself to the fact that you waste a lot of trees before you write anything you really like, and that's just the way it is. It's like learning an instrument, you've got to be prepared for hitting wrong notes occasionally, or quite a lot, cause I wrote an awful lot before I wrote anything I was really happy with. And read a lot. Reading really helps. Read anything you can get your hands on.

Then you should have died! Died, rather than betray your friends, as we would have done for you!

Karkaroff intends to flee if the Mark burns." "Does he?" said Dumbledore softly, as Fleur Delacour and Roger Davies came giggling in from the grounds. "And are you tempted to join him?" "No," said Snape, his black eyes on Fleur's and Roger's retreating figures. "I am not such a coward." "No," agreed Dumbledore. You are a braver man by far than Igot Karkaroff. You know, I sometimes think we Sort too soon..." He walked away, leaving Snape looking stricken.

You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts...but you cannot deny he's got style.

She seemed to think that one of the perks of marriage was that it gave you rights of comment and intrusion over single people's love lives.