All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renenwed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.

Point is, people, don’t get lulled into a false sense of security, thinking he’s out of the country. Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t, but the fact remains he can move faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo when he wants to, so don’t count on him being a long way away if you’re planning to take any risks. I never thought I’d hear myself say it, but safety first!

Fred Wiltersen om Han-du-vet under en sending av Pottervakt

[...]kunsten å lese er i ferd med å dø en langsom død, at den er et intimt ritual, at en bok er et speil, og at vi ikke kan finne annet i den enn det vi selv tar med oss inn; når vi leser, legger vi vårt sinn og vår sjel i det[...]

"...you have never been seducted by the Dark Arts, never, even for a second, shown the slightest desire to become one of Voldemort's followers!" "Of curse I haven't!" said Harry indignantly. "He killd my mum and dad!" "You are protected, in short, by your ability to love! said Dumbledore loudly. "The only protection that can possibly work against the lure of power like Voldemort's! [...]"

"I don't mean to be rude-" he began, in a tone that threatened rudeness in every syllable.
"Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often," Dumbledore finished the sentence gravely. "Best to say nothing at all, my dear man."

'Yep - nine "Outstandings" and one "Exceeds Expectations" in Defence Against the Dark Arts.'
He looked down at her, half-amused, half-exasperated.
'You're actually disapointed, aren't you?'
Hermione shook her head, but Harry laughed.

Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.

The only thing you have to decide is what to do with time that is given to you.

Humlesnurr smilte til Harry. Harry stirret på ham.
"Og alt dette visste du? Du har visst det - hele tida?"
"Jeg gjettet det. Men jeg har pleid å gjette godt," sa Humlesnurr fornøyd.

"Severus Slur var ikke din mann," sa Harry. "Slur var Humlesnurrs, Humlesnurrs fra det øyeblikket du begynte jakten på moren min. Og du ante det aldri, Venster, På grunn av alt det du ikke forstår..."

Harry, you wonderful boy, you brave, brave man.

"Albus Severus," sa Harry... "du er oppkalt etter to rektorer på Galtvort. En av dem var Smygarding, og han var nok den modigste mannen jeg noen gang har møtt."

"Tør jeg spørre om du har noen kvalifikasjoner eller aktiva som gjør deg egnet som sekreter?"
"Jeg har disse." Mosca raslet med nøklene.
"Hmm. En praktisk livsanskuelse og en presis uttrykksmåte. Begge er meget anvendelige egenskaper. Ja vel, da kan du frigjøre meg."

Fantasiene springer ut av det skapende rom og inn i det skapte rom. Figurene ristes ut av tryllekunstnerens jakkeerme og kniper seg selv i luften sprut levende. Fantasiene er vakre å se på, men alle untatt én har mistet vettet. Bare en enslig joker i stokken gjennomskuer blendverket.

The secret of flying is to throw yourself at the ground, and miss.

The world was a terrible place, cruel, pitiless, dark as a bad dream. Not a good place to live. Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness - and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.
— Cornelia Funke (Inkheart Trilogy: Inkheart, Inkspell, and Inkdeath)