And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.

You can laugh! But people used to believe there were no such things as the Blibbering Humdinger or the Crumple-Horned Snorkack!

Death obsesses me, yes it does. I can't really understand why it doesn't obsess everyone - I think it does really, I'm just a little more out about it.

I find that discussing an idea out loud is often the way to kill it stone dead.

Harry moved the tip of his eagle-feather quill down the page, frowning as he looked for something that would help him write his essay, “Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless — discuss.

There's a time and a place for getting a smart mouth.

Gilderoy Lockhart is also a lot like someone I once knew, but I don't think I'd better elaborate!