He was going to be armed with his wand - which, just now, felt like nothing more than a narrow strip of wood - against a fifty-foot-high, scaly, spike-ridden, fire-breathing dragon.

What do I care how 'e looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!

Then you should have died! Died, rather than betray your friends, as we would have done for you!

A gigantic tortoise with a jewel-encrusted shell was glittering near the window.

And the idea of just wandering off to a cafe with a notebook and writing and seeing where that takes me for awhile is just bliss.

We touch other people's lives simply by existing.

He had grown used to the idea that Dumbledore could solve anything.