There was no press involvement, there was no pressure. Life was very pure and it became more complicated.

Life, for Colin, was one long brace against pain and disappointment, and everybody apart from his wife was an enemy until proven otherwise.

Ron's ears turned bright red and he become engrossed in a tuft of grass at his feet, which he prodded with his toe 'he must've known I'd run out on you'. 'No', Harry corrected him, 'He must've known you'd always want to come back

Never," said Hagrid irritably, "try an' get a straight answer out of a centaur. Ruddy stargazers. Not interested in anythin' closer'n the moon.

I always felt an outsider.

I think it's alarming that people believe that success enables one to forget how life felt before. As if one could simply exchange one's values.

Things denied, things untold, things hidden and disguised.