If she could have done one thing to make absolutely sure that every single person in this school will read your interview, it was banning it!

You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?

He must have known I'd want to leave you." "No, he must have known you would always want to come back.

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!

We Slytherins are brave, yes, but not stupid. For instance, given the choice, we will always choose to save our own necks.

Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.

I think that emotionally, I've probably felt a little bit more balanced when I started writing again.