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?

In truth, I never consider the audience for whom I'm writing. I just write what I want to write.

This group had a kind of dark glamour within the castle. They were a motley collection; a mixture of the weak seeking protection, the ambitious seeking some shared glory, and the thuggish gravitating toward a leader who could show them more refined forms of cruelty.

P.S. I enjoy acid pops.

Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain.

It unscrews the other way.

I was supposed to be waiting up here when you got back, only your Phoenix lot got in the way...” “Yes, they do that,” said Dumbledore.