So,” sneered Fudge, recovering himself, “you intend to take on Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Dolores, and myself single-handed, do you, Dumbledore?” “Merlin’s beard, no,” said Dumbledore, smiling. “Not unless you are foolish enough to force me to.” “He will not be single-handed!” said Professor McGonagall loudly, plunging her hand inside her robes. “Oh yes he will, Minerva!” said Dumbledore sharply. “Hogwarts needs you!

Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. Ghosts are transparent.

I've been writing my entire life, and I'll always write. But at times I have told myself that I don't necessarily have to publish anything else.

I will carry on writing, to be sure. But I don't know if I would want to publish again after Harry Potter.

Jane Austen is the pinnacle to which all other authors aspire.

To hurt is as human as to breathe.

Instead (Harry) contented himself with scrawling a note to Ron: Let's do it tonight.