Ron's eyebrows rose so high that they were in danger of disappearing into his hair.

What I would most like to think they would take away, is what I take away when I read my favorite books. Which is the knowledge that there is always somewhere you can go, that you love, and where you're safe. And that's how I feel about my favorite books, wherever I am, if I've got that book with me, I've got a place where I can go and be happy. So if that place is Hogwarts for anyone, then I couldn't be more honored or humbled.

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.

A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.

No, Harry, you listen," said Hermione. "We're coming with you. That was decided months ago - years, really.

If you are writing children's books, you need to be a ruthless killer.

But this is touching, Severus,” said Dumbledore seriously. “Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?” “For him?” shouted Snape. “Expecto Patronum!” From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe. She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears. “After all this time?” “Always,” said Snape.