For a split second, Harry thought how absurd it was for Tonks to expect the dummy to hear her talking that quietly through a sheet of glass, when there were buses rumbling along behind her and all the racket of street full of shoppers. Then he reminded himself that dummies could not hear anyway.

There is no point in apportioning blame. What is done, is done.

Vot is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?

Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him.

Imagine losing fingernails, Harry! That really puts our sufferings into perspective, doesn't it?

I look at the effect that an individual's fame has on their family, for example, and the limitations that places upon your life to an extent - of course, it brings marvelous things too, but it brings them mainly to the individual. The people around the famous person often pay a price without reaping many of the rewards.

I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends.