In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you.

We do stigmatise teens a lot and see them as scary and alien.

You can have a very intense relationship with fictional characters because they are in your own head.

I just wondered where you —” Ron broke off, shrugging. “Nothing. I’m going back to bed.” “Just thought you’d come nosing around, did you?” Harry shouted. He knew that Ron had no idea what he’d walked in on, knew he hadn’t done it on purpose, but he didn’t care — at this moment he hated everything about Ron, right down to the several inches of bare ankle showing beneath his pajama trousers.

It is a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.

I loved writing Dumbledore and he is the epitome of goodness.

But I was willing to embrace mortal life again, before chasing immortality.