When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!

The poor are discussed as this homogeneous mash, like porridge. The idea that they might be individuals, and be where they are for very different, diverse reasons, again seems to escape some people.

I've laid my friends bare.

You shouldn't have done that.

Tut, tut — fame clearly isn't everything.

Well, you split your soul, you see, and hide part of it in an object outside the body. Then, even if one’s body is attacked or destroyed, one cannot die, for part of the soul remains earthbound and undamaged. But of course, existence in such a form . . .