And that boys," yelled Mr. Weasley over the tumult of the crowd below,"is why you should never go for looks alone!

From here on in, Harry, I may be as woefully wrong as Humphrey Belcher who believed the time was ripe for a cheese cauldron.

Jane Austen is the pinnacle to which all other authors aspire.

Potter! There are hundreds of people thundering through my pub!

Once again I must ask too much of you, Harry.

Are you insane? Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Have you got a house? When can I move in?

Slowly, very slowly, he sat up, and as he did so he felt more alive, and more aware of his own living body than ever before. Why had he never appreciated what a miracle he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart? It would all be gone...or at least, he would be gone from it. His breath came slow and deep, and his mouth and throat were completely dry, but so were his eyes.