I will defend the importance of bedtime stories to my last gasp.

I'm dying!" Malfoy yelled, as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!

Harry looked down and saw deep green mountains and lakes, coppery in the sunset.

If you're holding out for universal popularity, I'm afraid you will be in this cabin for a very long time.

Your aunt and uncle will be proud, though, won't they?" said Hermione as they got off the train and joined the crowd thronging toward the enchanted barrier. "When they hear what you did this year?" "Proud?" said Harry. "Are you crazy? All those times I could've died, and I didn't manage it? They'll be furious.

Imagination is not only the uniquely human capacity to envision that which is not, and therefore the fount of all invention and innovation. In its arguably most transformative and revelatory capacity, it is the power to that enables us to empathize with humans whose experiences we have never shared.

There will be books written about Harry. Every child in the world will know his name.