You could tie my hands to my sides, I suppose, but I have to write. For my own mental health, I need to write.

Because to confide a part of your soul to something that can think and move for itself is obviously a very risky business.

I always felt an outsider.

They run off eckeltricity, do they?" he said knowledgeably. "Ah yes, I can see the plugs. I collect plugs," he added to Uncle Vernon. "And batteries. Got a large collection of batteries.

If you're holding out for universal popularity, I'm afraid you will be in this cabin for a very long time.

I have spied for you and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter’s son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter —

How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?