As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters. I wish you all very good lives.

Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have.

Snape was looking as though the first person to ask him for a Love Potion would be force-fed poison.

He gave everything to everybody. Except to me.

Everything had shattered. The fact that it was all still there — the walls and the chairs and the children’s pictures on the walls — meant nothing. Every atom of it had been blasted apart and reconstituted in an instant, and its appearance of permanence and solidity was laughable; it would dissolve at a touch, for everything was suddenly tissue-thin and friable.

You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family!" "What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?

Cinderella? Snow White? What's that? An illness?