Harry was left to ponder in silence the depths to which girls would sink to get revenge.

Daddy, look — one of the gnomes actually bit me!

Rack your brains, that should only take a couple of seconds.

I am the freest author in the world.

Those who choose not to empathize enable real monsters, for without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves we collude with it through our apathy.

This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this.

Gosh, what a gripping story. You must have been simply terrified. Meanwhile we went to Godric's Hollow and, let's think, what happened there, Harry? Oh yes, You-Know-Who's snake turned up, it nearly killed both of us, and then You-Know-Who himself arrived and missed us by about a second. Imagine losing fingernails, Harry! That really puts our sufferings into perspective, doesn't it?