It was so good to be held. If only their relationship could be distilled into simple, wordless gestures of comfort. Why had humans ever learned to talk?

J.K. Rowling

J.K. Rowling

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: British

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when Winky has been very drunk. He has hidden her in the Room of Requirement and he has found antidotes to butterbeer there.

She liked to think of drowning, of sinking down into cool green water, and feeling herself slowly pressed into nothingness...

He had not only seen it before, he had been here before: This was the place he had visited inside Dumbledore's Pensieve, the place where he had watched the Lestranges sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban.

So all I've got to wait for now is Snape to steal the Stone, Harry went on feverishly, then Voldemort will be able to come and finish me off. … Well, I suppose Bane'll be happy.

How did you know it was me? she asked. My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly. You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day, said Professor McGonagall.

Tell Albus - tell Albus Severus - I'm proud he carries my name.

The Stone will transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal.

If you were not very close to Dumbledore, how do you account for the fact that he remembered you in his will? He made exceptionally few personal bequests. The vast majority of his possessions--his private library, his magical instruments, and other personal effects--were left to Hogwarts. Why do you think you were singled out?

O mind, the world is a deep, dark pit. On every side, Death casts forward his net.

A simple and heart-warming fable, one might think - in which case, one would reveal oneself to be an innocent nincompoop.

Yeh don' know what yeh are? he said finally. Uncle Vernon suddenly found his voice. Stop! he commanded. Stop right there, sir! I forbid you to tell the boy anything!

Yer ticket fer Hogwarts, he said. First o' September — King's Cross — it's all on yer ticket. Any problems with the Dursleys, send me a letter with yer owl, she'll know where to find me. . . . See yeh soon, Harry.

Uncle Vernon made another funny noise, like a mouse being trodden on.

One simply siphons the excess thoughts from one's mind, pours them into the basin, and examines them at one's leisure. It becomes easier to spot patterns and links, you understand, when they are in this form.