J.K. Rowling

I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost . . . but still, I was alive.

You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you__l have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no . . . anything. There__ no chance at all of recovery. You__l just _ exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever . . . lost.

Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.

Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty. And Harry felt, as he had felt about phoenix song before, that the music was inside him, not without: It was his own grief turned magically to song..

One can never have enough socks

Harry, we saw Uranus up close!_ said Ron, still giggling feebly. __et it, Harry? We saw Uranus _ ha ha ha _

Children being children, however, the grotesque Hopping Pot had taken hold of their imaginations. The solution was to jettison the pro-Muggle moral but keep the warty cauldron, so by the middle of the sixteenth century a different version of the tale was in wide circulation among wizarding families. In the revised story, the Hopping Pot protects an innocent wizard from his torch-bearing, pitchfork-toting neighbours by chasing them away from the wizard's cottage, catching them and swallowing them whole.

Right, you've got a crooked sort of cross..." He consulted Unfogging the Future. "That means you're going to have 'trials and suffering' _ sorry about that _ but there's a thing that could be the sun... hang on... that means 'great happiness'... so you're going to suffer but be very happy...""You need your Inner Eye tested, if you ask me," said Ron, and they both had to stifle their laughs as Professor Trelawney gazed in their direction.

That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger,_ said Snape coolly. __ive more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all.

I'm dying!" Malfoy yelled, as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!

I never know," Harry called to Hagrid over the noise of the cart, "What's the difference between a stalagmite and a stalactite?""Stalagmite's got an 'm' in it," said Hagrid.

Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground.

You see, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments.___eah,_ said Harry, __ut you, unlike me, are a git.

Don't be stupid, it's a flying house!

I do know a few things, actually. I know you have rather backwards laws about relations with non-magic people. That you're not mean to befriend them, that you can't marry them, which seems mildly absurd to me.

I can't give a Professor love!

Merlin__ beard.

The poor things keep calling in those _ those pumbles, I think they're called _ you know, the ones who mend pipes and things _ ""Plumbers?"" _ exactly, yes, but of course they're flummoxed.