As for the fact that Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle apeared to be going their different ways when they were usually inseparable, these things happened as people got older--Ron and Hermione, Harry reflected sadly, were living proof.

The Chamber Of Secrets had been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware.

There is plenty of ambitious competition and hypocrisy in the middle class, which makes it a rather fertile environment for a writer.

Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.

I don't drive. No. Cars terrify me. I am really frightened of cars.

For future reference, Harry, it is raspberry...although of course, if I were a Death Eater, I would have been sure to research my own jam preferences before impersonating myself.

Failure means a stripping away of the inessential.