What would come, would come...and you would have to meet it, when it did.

You see, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments.” “Yeah,” said Harry, “but you, unlike me, are a git.

The Chamber Of Secrets had been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware.

I'm a writer, and I will write what I want to write.

Once again I must ask too much of you, Harry.

We touch other people's lives simply by existing.

I think it's alarming that people believe that success enables one to forget how life felt before. As if one could simply exchange one's values.