He had been so busy getting away from the library, he hadn't paid attention to where he was going.

He had fought back with every weapon in his arsenal, being alternatively obtuse, evasive and pedantic, for it was wonderful how you could obscure an emotional issue by appearing to seek precision.

But you're dead,' said Harry. 'Oh, yes,' said Dumbledore matter-of-factly. 'Then... am I dead too?' 'Ah,' said Dumbledore, smiling still more broadly. 'That is the question, isn't it? On the whole, dear boy, I think not.

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

It is important to remember that we all have magic inside us.

I think that emotionally, I've probably felt a little bit more balanced when I started writing again.

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he's really divine, The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.