Life is too short. I only want to do things that I enjoy, or that I think are good or worth doing.

Professor,” Harry gasped. “Your bird — I couldn’t do anything — he just caught fire —

And all along the corridor the statues and suits of armor jumped down from their plinths, and from the echoing crashes from the floors above and below, Harry knew that their fellows throughout the castle had done the same.

They run off eckeltricity, do they?" he said knowledgeably. "Ah yes, I can see the plugs. I collect plugs," he added to Uncle Vernon. "And batteries. Got a large collection of batteries.

Sometimes ideas just come to me. Other times I have to sweat and almost bleed to make ideas come. It's a mysterious process, but I hope I never find out exactly how it works.

The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters.

Harry looked down and saw deep green mountains and lakes, coppery in the sunset.