Was it - was she making a real prediction?' Dumbledore looked mildly impressed. 'Do you know, Harry, I think she might have been,' he said thoughtfully. 'Who'd have thought it? That brings her total of real predictions up to two. I should offer her a pay raise.

I don't think there's any harm at all in allowing a kid to fantasize. In fact, I think to stop people from fantasizing is a very destructive thing indeed.

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

Dumbledore had not raised his voice, he did not even sound angry, but Harry would have preferred him to yell; this cold disappointment was worse than anything.

Imagination is the power that enables us to empathize with humans whose experiences we have never shared.

And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us?