words are our most inexhaustible source of magic.

Ginny, listen... I can’t be involved with you anymore. We’ve got to stop seeing each other. We can’t be together.” “It’s for some stupid, noble reason, isn’t it?

Poverty entails fear and stress and sometimes depression. It means a thousand petty humiliations and hardships.

The poor are discussed as this homogeneous mash, like porridge. The idea that they might be individuals, and be where they are for very different, diverse reasons, again seems to escape some people.

All's fair in love and war," said Ron brightly, "and this is a bit of both.

It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs.

What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?