For future reference, Harry, it is raspberry...although of course, if I were a Death Eater, I would have been sure to research my own jam preferences before impersonating myself.

Every now and then I read a poem that does touch something in me, but I never turn to poetry for solace or pleasure in the way that I throw myself into prose.

Life, for Colin, was one long brace against pain and disappointment, and everybody apart from his wife was an enemy until proven otherwise.

You can have a very intense relationship with fictional characters because they are in your own head.

Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother?

Oh, shut up Weatherby.

Of all the trees we could've hit, we had to get one that hits back.