The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by an invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing.

In many, many ways... Hufflepuff is my favorite house.

I don't know who Maxime thinks she's kidding. If Hagrid's half-giant, she definitely is. Big bones... the only thing that's got bigger bones than her is a dinosaur.

When in doubt, go to the library.

Fame is a fickle friend, Harry. Celebrity is as celebrity does. Remember that.

I just wish I’d asked you sooner. We could’ve had ages . . . months . . . years maybe. . . .

Don’t put your wand there, boy! ... Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know!