Personally, I'd have welcomed a dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely.

He never seemed to grasp the immense mutability of human nature, nor to appreciate that behind every nondescript face lay a wild and unique hinterland like his own.

We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat!

Potter! There are hundreds of people thundering through my pub!

The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and must therefore be treated with great caution.

Why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me.

Well, usually when a person shakes their head," said McGonagall coldly, "they mean 'no.' So unless Miss Edgecombe is using a form of sign language as yet unknown to humans.