The realization of what would happen next settled gradually over Harry in the long minutes, like softly falling snow. "I've got to go back, haven't I?" "That is up to you." "I've got a choice?" "Oh yes." Dumbledore smiled at him. "We are in King's Cross, you say? I think that if you decided not to go back, you would be able to…let's say…board a train." "And where would it take me?" "On," said Dumbledore simply.

I'm very frustrated by fear of imagination. I don't think that's healthy.

There are plenty of eyewitness accounts, just because you're so narrow-minded you need to have everything shoved under your nose before you-

The spells are made up. I have met people who assure me, very seriously, that they are trying to do them, and I can assure them, just as seriously, that they don’t work.

Anyone can speak Troll. All you have to do is point and grunt.

Birth and death: there was the same consciousness of heightened existence and of her own elevated importance

He didn’t know what he was going to — but it had to be better than what he was leaving behind.