... you could claim that anything's real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobody's proved it doesn't exist!

I'm not a natural joiner.

You place too much importance... on the so-called purity of blood! You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!

On and on they flew, over the countryside parceled out in patches of green and brown, over roads and rivers winding through the landscapes like strips of matte and glossy ribbon.

But Dumbledore says he doesn't care what they do as long as they don't take him off the Chocolate Frog cards.

Killing rips the soul apart.

It was so good to be held. If only their relationship could be distilled into simple, wordless gestures of comfort. Why had humans ever learned to talk?