It is my belief... that the truth is generally preferable to lies.

The Forbidden Forest looked as though it had been enchanted, each tree smattered with silver, and Hagrid's cabin looked like an iced cake.

And the idea of just wandering off to a cafe with a notebook and writing and seeing where that takes me for awhile is just bliss.

I'm going to keep going until I succeed — or die. Don't think I don't know how this might end. I've known it for years.

Who's Kreacher?" "The house-elf who lives here," said Ron. "Nutter. Never met one like him." "He is not a nutter," said Hermione. "His life's ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque like his mother", said Ron. "Is that normal, Hermione?

Your hair is much too long, Ronald, for a moment I thought you were Ginevra.

Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.