I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want them to do, without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who annoy me. I can make them hurt if I want to.

J.K. Rowling

J.K. Rowling

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: British

Some suggestions for you :

Working hard is important. But there's something that matters even more. Believing in yourself.

Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love. By returning, you may ensure that fewer souls are maimed, fewer families are torn apart. If that seems to you a worthy goal, then we say good-bye for the present.

Blimey, Harry, everyone'd be wantin' magic solutions to their problems. Nah, we're best left alone.

The time has come for Slytherin House to decide upon its loyalties.

Ron held up his badge. Mrs. Weasley let out a shriek just like Hermione's. I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family! What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors? said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son.

But she wants you, said Mr. Weasley, with a small smile. And after all, Remus, young and whole men do not necessarily remain so.

Who did you think it was? I think — Harry swallowed, knowing how strange this was going to sound. I think it was my dad.

Well, all I can say is that it was a lucky day for the Weasleys when Ron decided to sit in your compartment on the Hogwarts Express, Harry.

Professor Snape was forcing them to research antidotes. They took this one seriously, as he had hinted that he might be poisoning one of them before Christmas to see if their antidote worked.

St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies decline.

I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter. . . . After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things — terrible, yes, but great.

Harry had never been to London before. Although Hagrid seemed to know where he was going, he was obviously not used to getting there in an ordinary way. He got stuck in the ticket barrier on the Underground, and complained loudly that the seats were too small and the trains too slow.

I would like to make it clear, in parenthesis, that I do not blame my parents for their point of view. There is an expiration date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you.

Ron and Hermione were a very good audience; they gasped in all the right places.