Do I look stupid?" snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache.

This was their first encounter with the fact that a full stomach meant good spirits; an empty one, bickering and gloom.

Directly above them, framed in the doorway from the Brain Room, stood Albus Dumbledore, his wand aloft, his face white and furious. Harry felt a kind of electric charge surge through every particle of his body - they were saved.

You don't have sex near unicorns. It's an ironclad rule. It's tacky.

Hagrid looked down at his umbrella and scratched his beard. 'Shouldn'ta lost me temper,' he said ruefully, 'but it didn't work anyway. Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he was so much like a pig anyway there wasn't much left ter do.

Well, I'm sure you'll find someone somewhere who'll have you.

Aha! What villains are these, that trespass upon my private lands! Come to scorn at my fall, perchance? Draw, you knaves, you dogs!