He never pays attention, he always knows the answer, and he can never tell you how he knows. We can't keep thrashing him. He is a bad example to the other pupils. There's no educating a smart boy.

You can't trust folk songs. They always sneak up on you.

Rings try to find their way back to their owner. Someone ought to write a book about it.

No more words. We know them all, all the words that should not be said. But you have made my world more perfect.

The Chain Letter to the Ephebians. Forget Your Gods. Be Subjugated. Learn to Fear. Do not break the chain -- the last people who did woke up one morning to find fifty thousand armed men on their lawn.

WHERE'S MY COW? ARE YOU MY COW?

I'm not the world's greatest expert, but I would have thought that the wizards, witches, trolls, unicorns, ... broomsticks and spells would have given her a clue?' - when J.K. Rowling insisted she wasn't writing fantasy.