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.

Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.

Why are you worrying about YOU-KNOW-WHO, when you should be worrying about YOU-NO-POO? The constipation sensation that's gripping the nation!

Witness for the defense, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business. Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git. Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor. Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.

Ron's indignation on his behalf was worth about a hundred points to him.

Here lies Dobby, a free elf.