Although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert.

No, there's no University for Wizards. At the moment I'm only planning to write seven Harry Potter books. I won't say "never," but I have no plans to write an eighth book.

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.

If she could have died...if she could have disappeared forever...but the solid surface of things refused to dissolve around her, and her body, her hateful hermaphrodite's body, continued in its stubborn, lumpen way, to live.

Don't worry. You're just as sane as I am.

Harry found the [tea]... seemed to burn away a little of the fear fluttering in his chest.

On the other hand, the Prince had proved a much more effective teacher than Snape so far.