It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love.

Braggarts and rogues, dogs and scoundrels, drive them out, Harry Potter, see them off!

He tried to give his wife pleasure in little ways, because he had come to realize, after nearly two decades together, how often he disappointed her in the big things. It was never intentional. They simply had very different notions of what ought to take up most space in life.

Her grief was so big and wild it terrified her, like an evil beast that had erupted from under the floorboards.

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

Bigotry is probably the thing I detest most.

I look at the effect that an individual's fame has on their family, for example, and the limitations that places upon your life to an extent - of course, it brings marvelous things too, but it brings them mainly to the individual. The people around the famous person often pay a price without reaping many of the rewards.