But who could bear to know which stars were already dead, she thought, blinking up at the night sky; could anybody stand to know that they all were?

... perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it.

He has never wanted to occupy the throne himself; he prefers the back seat - more room to spread out, you see.

Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe.

Why were you lurking under our window?" "Yes - yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our windows, boy?" "Listening to the news," said Harry in a resigned voice. His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage. "Listening to the news! Again?" "Well, it changes every day, you see," said Harry.

Stone dead," said Howard, as though there were degrees of deadness, and the kind that Barry Fairbrother had contracted was particularly sordid.

Why are they all staring?" demanded Albus as he and Rose craned around to look at the other students. "Don’t let it worry you," said Ron. "It’s me. I’m extremely famous.