When you were straight, evil thoughts and memories came pouring up out of the darkness inside you; buzzing black flies clinging to the insides of your skull.

Tut, tut — fame clearly isn't everything.

You are omniscient as ever, Dumbledore." "Oh, no, merely friendly with the local barmen.

I believe in hard work and luck, and that the first often leads to the second

Dudley had reached roughly the size and weight of a young killer whale.

Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down.

But you've been too busy saving the Wizarding world. Well ... I can't say I'm surprised. I knew this would happen in the end. I knew you wouldn't be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort. Maybe that's why I like you so much.