Jeg kan ennå huske den morgenen da far for første gang tok meg med til De glemte bøkers kirkegård. Det var en av de første i den lange rekken av sommerdager i 1945, og vi vandret gjennom gatene i Barcelona som var fanget under en askegrå himmel og en dampende sol som strømmet over Rambla de Sankta Monica i en girlander av flytende kobber.

"Tough old world, baby. If you're not bolted together tightly, you're gonna shake, rattle, and roll before you turn thirty."

"Marcia may not have been a real dragon mother but she had many of the qualities that dragon mothers were renowned for, and Spit Fyre was finding it hard to tell the difference"

"Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love."

It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.

A slightly stunned silence greeted the end of this speech, then Ron said, "One person can't feel all that at once, they'd explode." "Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have," said Hermione nastily, picking up her quill again.

"I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry" - George

"Oh, Professor, look! I think I've got an unaspected planet! Oooh, which one's that, Professor?"
"It is Uranus, my dear," said Professor Trelawney, peering down at the chart.
"Can I have a look at Uranus too, Lavender?" said Ron.

Mr Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.

There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.

Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!

Now if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed - or worse, expelled. - Hermione Granger

Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee which is a perfect map of the London Underground.

#1 Man skal alltid respektere hverandres tacovaner.
I taco er ingenting feil. Noen liker skjell, andre liker lefser. Noen blander alt til en salat, mens andre bruker to tubs oppi hverandre. Alt tilbehør er tillatt, og jeg har selv akseptert både rosiner, druer, majones og Thousand Island-dressing på tacobordet i mitt eget hjem. Selv om du ikke kan fordra mais, er ikke din venns taco feil bare fordi den inneholder mais. Det er ikke lov å bli sur i taco. Taco er alt, og alle har forskjellige preferanser innen tacogrenen. Grensen går imidlertid ved ketchup.

Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.

...few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a place in our memory to which, sooner or later – no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget – we will return.

Skjebnen pleier å vente like rundt hjørnet. ---- Men noe den ikke gjør, det er å gå på hjemmebesøk. Man er nødt til å oppsøke den.

Min far er død. Og i går tok jeg en elg av dage. Hva kan jeg si. Det var den eller meg.

Det viktige er ikke å aldri falle.
Det viktige er å alltid reise seg igjen.

Det finnes nederlag. Ingen slipper unna dem. Derfor er det bedre å tape noen slag i kampen for sine drømmer enn å bli beseiret uten engang å vite hvorfor du sloss.