Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs,” sighed George, patting the heading of the map. “We owe them so much.” “Noble men, working tirelessly to help a new generation of law-breakers,” said Fred solemnly.

You are — truly your father’s son, Harry. . . .

From here on in, Harry, I may be as woefully wrong as Humphrey Belcher who believed the time was ripe for a cheese cauldron.

We Slytherins are brave, yes, but not stupid. For instance, given the choice, we will always choose to save our own necks.

There's a time and a place for getting a smart mouth.

Yes, there are parallels. The difference is that I just look at [my son] David and think that he's absolutely perfect, whereas you look at the finished book and you think, 'Oh, damn it, I should have changed that.' You're never happy. Whereas with a baby, you're happy. If you've got a perfect baby, you're just grateful.

Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.