Alas! Earwax!

It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.

Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something.

As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all - the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them.

Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother?

Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.

Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

There is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it.

To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind.

One can never have enough socks

Once a wolf, always a wolf.

If we go on like this, there won't be anything left to fight for

The most simple way to stay encouraged is to feed your heart on what He is doing, not on what He hasn't done. If you can't see what He is doing, feed on what He has done in the past.

I think it's one of the things that drive lyric poetry, our sense of mortality.

If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.

I don't seek to be in the tabloids but I suppose sometimes I go out and I'm wearing something and they take a picture and it's in.

I feel like I want to write some songs and I don't know how to go about doing it. Usually it's the lyrics that are a problem, and I think I am not really cut out to be a lyricist.

I was very far away. My real life had gone underground and could not be seen by anybody. The person at the surface that everybody saw was no longer me.

A good style should show no signs of effort. What is written should seem a happy accident.

A cockle-fish may as soon crowd the ocean into its narrow shell, as vain man ever comprehend the decrees of God!