Hope springs forever.

In a novel you have to resist the urge to tell everything.

Well, you split your soul, you see, and hide part of it in an object outside the body. Then, even if one’s body is attacked or destroyed, one cannot die, for part of the soul remains earthbound and undamaged. But of course, existence in such a form . . .

It has certainly never been news to me that a brave and brilliant man could love other men.

These girls... they're going to kill me, Harry.

Imagination is the power that enables us to empathize with humans whose experiences we have never shared.

Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?