One can never have enough socks," said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.

Once again you've put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and as usual come to the wrong conclusion!

As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters. I wish you all very good lives.

And they'd [the Death Eaters] love to have me," said Harry sarcastically. "We'd be best pals if they didn't keep trying to do me in.

According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scars than almost anything else.

And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.

You are the true master of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death. He accepts that be must die, and understands that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying.