(as Mad-Eye) You need preparing. You need arming. But most of all, you need constant, never ceasing vigilance (p. 217).
(as Mad-Eye) 'Course Dumbledore trusts you. He's a trusting man, isn't he? Believes in second chances. But me, I say there are spots that don't come off, Snape. Spots that never come off, d'you know what I mean? (p. 472)
(as Mad-Eye) "Pajama party is it?"
(as Mad-Eye) 'Not nice,' he said calmly. 'Not pleasant. And there's no counter-curse. There's no blocking it. Only one known person has ever survived it, and he's sitting in this room.'
Remember Cedric. Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.
Really, Hagrid, if you are holding out for universal popularity, I'm afraid you will be in this cabin for a very long time.
My own brother, Aberforth, was prosecuted for practicing inappropriate charms on a goat. It was all over the papers, but did Aberforth hide? No, he did not! He held his head high and went about his business as usual! Of course, I'm not entirely sure he can read, so that may not have been bravery...
Oh, I would never dream of assuming I know all Hogwarts' secrets, Igor. Only this morning, for instance, I took a wrong turn on the way to the bathroom and found myself in a beautifully proportioned room I had never seen before, containing a really rather magnificent collection of chamberpots. When I went back to investigate more closely, I discovered that the room had vanished. But I must keep an eye out for it. Possibly it is only accessible at five thirty in the morning. Or it may only appear at the quarter moon - or when the seeker has an exceptionally full bladder.
You are blinded (...) by the love of the office you hold, Cornelius! You place too much importance, and you always have done, on the so-called purity of blood! You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!
Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.
If I thought I could help you by putting you into an enchanted sleep and allowing you to postpone the moment when you would have to think about what has happened tonight, I would do it. But I know better. Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it. You have shown bravery beyond anything I could have expected of you. I ask you to demonstrate your courage one more time. I ask you to tell us what happened (p. 695).
We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.
Ch. 37, "The Beginning", p. 723
Curiosity is not a sin. But we should exercise caution with our curiosity... Yes, indeed... (p. 598)
Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery. (p. 680)
Listen, if you [Fred and George] don't take it [the gold], I'm throwing it down the drain. I don't want it and I don't need it. But I could do with a few laughs. We could all do with a few laughs. I've got a feeling we're going to need them more than usual before long. (p. 733)
"He said my blood would make him stronger than if he's used someone else's," Harry told Dumbledore. "He said the protection my - my mother left me - he'd have it, too. And he was right - he could touch me without hurting himself, he touched my face." For a fleeting instant, Harry thought he saw a gleam of something like triumph in Dumbledore's eyes. But next second, Harry was sure he had imagined it, for when Dumbledore had returned to his seat behind the desk, he looked as old and weary as Harry had ever seen him. (p. 604)
Come seek us where our voices sound / We cannot sing above the ground/ And while you're searching ponder this / We've taken what you'll sorely miss / An hour long you'll have to look / And to recover what we took / But past an hour the prospect's black / Too late it's gone it won't come back
Come seek us where our voices sound / We cannot sing above the ground/ An hour long you'll have to look / To recover what we took
An hour long you'll have to look / And to recover what we took / Your times half-gone, so tarry not / Lest what you seek stays here to rot
Wild! I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again... and again... and again...
Draco Malfoy, The Amazing, Bouncing Ferret...
There you go, Harry! You weren't being thick after all; you were just showing moral fiber!
Right little ray of sunshine, aren't you? You and Professor Trelawney should get together sometime.
Yeah, well, Percy wouldn't want to work for anyone with a sense of humor, would he? Percy wouldn't recognize a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing Dobby's tea cozy.
(Making up his Divination homework) "Next Monday, I am likely to develop a cough, owing to the unlucky conjunction of Mars and Jupiter. You know her [Professor Trelawney] - just put in loads of misery, she'll lap it up."
(about his owl, Pigwidgeon) I've got to keep him up here [in Ron's room] because he annoys Errol and Hermes. He annoys me, too, come to that.
If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals. Pg 525
He (Crouch) was the one who gave the order for me to be sent to Azkaban - without a trial.
Imagine that Voldemort's powerful now. You don't know who his supporters are, you don't know who's working for him and who isn't; you know he can control people so that they do terrible things without being able to stop themselves. You're scared for yourself, and your family, and your friends. Every week, news comes of more deaths, more disappearances, more torturing...the Ministry of Magic's in disarray, they don't know what to do, they're trying to keep everything hidden from the Muggles, but meanwhile, Muggles are dying too. Terror everywhere...panic...confusion...that's how it used to be.
The Dark Lord will rise again, Crouch! Throw us into Azkaban, we will wait! He will rise again and will come for us, he will reward us beyond any of his other supporters! We alone were faithful! We alone tried to find him!
"Mrs. Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother".
It was Voldemort, Harry thought, staring up at the canopy of his bed in the darkness, it all came back to Voldemort....He was the one who had torn these families apart, who had ruined all these lives....
The villagers of Little Hangleton still called it 'the Riddle House', even though it had been many years since the Riddle family had lived there.
Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!
Flesh of the servant, w-willingly given, you will revive your m-master!
Blood...of the enemy...forcibly taken...you will resurrect your foe.
Ron's voice now joined the others'. Ron: What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong? Fred: Oh, no, Ron, no, this is exactly where we wanted to end up. George: Yeah, we're having the time of our lives here.
Said George, whose voice sounded muffled, as though he was squashed against the wall.
"They run off eckeltricity, do they?" he said knowledgeably. "Ah, yes, I can see the plugs. I collect plugs," he added to Uncle Vernon. "And batteries. Got a very large collection of batteries. My wife thinks I'm mad, but there you are."
Harry: What are you working on? Percy: (smugly) A report for the Department of International Magical Co-operation. We're trying to standardise cauldron thickness. Some of these foreign imports are just a shade too thin-leakages have been increasing at a rate of almost three per cent a year- Ron: That'll change the world, that report will. Front page of the Daily Prophet, I expect, cauldron leaks.
Bill: (yawns) Do us a favour, Perce, and shut up.
Harry: (about Ron's owl) Er-why are you calling that owl Pig? Ginny: Because he's being stupid. Its proper name is Pigwidgeon. Ron: (sarcastically) Yeah, and that's not a stupid name at all.
Percy Weasley: That [dragon dung] was a sample of fertilizer from Norway! It was nothing personal! Fred: [Aside] It was. We sent it.
Harry Potter: Wangoballwime? Cho Chang: Sorry?
Hermione: Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?
Her hair was coming down out of its elegant bun now, and her face was screwed up in anger. Ron: Oh yeah? What's that? Hermione: Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!
Ron mouthed silently like a goldfish out of water as Hermione turned on her heel and stormed up the girls' staircase to bed.
Ron: Hermione, Neville's right - you are a girl... Hermione: Oh, well spotted.
Ron: I'm never wearing them, Never. Mrs. Weasley: Fine, Go naked. And, Harry, make sure you get a picture of him. Goodness knows I could do with a laugh.
Hermoine: Not going to have a very good month, are you? Ron: Ah well, at least I'm forewarned. Hermione: You seem to be drowning twice. Ron: Oh am I? I'd better change one of them to getting trampled by a rampaging hippogriff.
Lavender Brown: Oh Professor, look! I think I've got an unexpected planet! Oooh, which one's that, Professor? Professor Trelawney: It is Uranus, my dear. Ron Weasley: Can I have a look at Uranus too, Lavender?
Bigotry is probably the thing I detest most. All forms of intolerance, the whole idea of “that which is different from me is necessary evil.” I really like to explore the idea that difference is equal and good. But there's another idea that I like to explore, too. Oppressed groups are not, generally speaking, people who stand firmly together – no, sadly, they kind of subdivide among themselves and fight like hell. That's human nature, so that's what you see here. This world of wizards and witches, they're already ostracized, and then within themselves, they've formed a loathsome pecking order.
These are things that a huge number of children at that age start to think about. It's really fun to write about it, but in a very allegorical way.
The bottom line is, I have to write the story I want to write. I never wrote them with a focus group of 8-year-olds in mind. I have to continue telling the story the way I want to tell it. I don't at all relish the idea of children in tears, and I absolutely don't deny it's frightening. But it's supposed to be frightening! And if you don't show how scary that is, you cannot show how incredibly brave Harry is. He's really brave, and he does, I think, one of his bravest things in this book: He can't save Cedric, but he wants to save Cedric's parents additional pain. He wants to bring back the body and treat it with respect.
Goblet of Fire was an absolute nightmare. I literally lost the plot halfway through. My own deadline was totally unrealistic. That was my fault because I didn’t tell anyone. I just ploughed on, as I tend to do in life, and then I realised I had really got myself into hot water. I had to write like fury to make the deadline and it half killed me and I really was, oh, burnt out at the end of it. Really burnt out. And the idea of going straight into another Harry Potter book filled me with dread and horror. And that was the first time I had ever felt like that. I had been writing Harry for 10 years come 2000 and that was the first time I ever thought, Oh God, I don’t want to keep going.