Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain.

Death comes for us all in the end.

If it's a good book, anyone will read it. I'm totally unashamed about still reading things I loved in my childhood.

Was it love when somebody filled a space in your life that yawned inside you, once they had gone?

there is plenty to be learned even from a bad teacher: what not to do, how not to be

That's the perennial appeal of magic - that we ourselves have power and we can shape our world. I sometimes think its very analogous to having a lot of money that people think - 'cause that's kind of like a super power.

Sometimes, if she simply remained quiet, and let the inadequacy of his excuses reverberate on the air, he became ashamed and backtracked.