The best of us must sometimes eat our words.
It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.
Madam Pince, our librarian, tells me that it is 'pawed about, dribbled on, and generally maltreated' nearly everyday - a high compliment for any book.
Get up, you useless lump, get up!
I am a wizard, not a baboon brandishing a stick.
You need your Inner Eye tested, if you ask me.
You're just as sane as I am.
There it was again: Choose what to believe. He wanted the truth. Why was everybody so determined that he should not get it?
Would it hurt to die?
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.
My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities...like the ability to behave myself.
Death is but the next great adventure.
There's a time and a place for getting a smart mouth.
It was not, after all, so easy to die.
Don't count your owls before they are delivered.
I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost . . . but still, I was alive.
Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.