You don't have sex near unicorns. It's an ironclad rule. It's tacky.

Oh, for heaven’s sake, Sirius, Dumbledore said no!” A bearlike black dog had appeared at Harry’s side as Harry clambered over the various trunks cluttering the hall to get to Mrs. Weasley. “Oh honestly,” said Mrs. Weasley despairingly. “Well, on your own head be it!” The great black dog gave a joyful bark and gamboled around them, snapping at pigeons, and chasing its own tail. Harry couldn’t help laughing. Sirius had been trapped inside for a very long time.

Clever as I am, I remain just as big a fool as anyone else.

If there is a connection between Harry Potter and my new novel, it's my interest in characters.

In fact, you couldn't give me anything to make me go back to being a teenager. Never. No, I hated it.

Dobby has no master. Dobby is a free elf!

Like a tongue on frozen steel, like flesh in flame —