Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.

Nobody's ever asked me to a party before, as a friend. Is that why you dyed your eyebrow, for the party? Should I do mine too?

Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter.

I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.

Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who is gone at last! Even muggles like yourself should be celebrating this happy, happy day.

You are omniscient as ever, Dumbledore." "Oh, no, merely friendly with the local barmen.

These girls... they're going to kill me, Harry.