"Those men, mark you, are not your average murderer-oh,no, they killed people for a hobby, or for a god or for something to do, or because it wasn't a very nice day."
"You're no help," he told the lime. This was unfair. It was only a lime; there was nothing special about it at all. It was doing the best it could.
“But Potter seems to have a lot to say on the subject,” said Snape, pointing suddenly at the back of the room, his black eyes fixed on Harry. “Let us ask Potter how we would tell the difference between an Inferius and a ghost.”
The whole class looked around at Harry, who hastily tried to recall what Dumbledore had told him the night that they had gone to visit Slughorn. “Er — well — ghosts are transparent —” he said.
“Oh, very good,” interrupted Snape, his lip curling. “Yes, it in easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. ‘Ghosts are transparent.’”
Look, sir most of the dwarfs here are ... well, I suppose you'd call them liberal sir. [...] Some of them even acknowledge that ... they've got daughters, sir.
It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life.
Det er ikke så lett å gjenkjenne godhet når verden har vært vond så lenge. Og det er ikke så lett å tro på seg selv når ingen andre har gjort det på lenge.
Give a man a fire and he's warm for a day, but set fire to him and he's warm for the rest of his life.
Fat Charlie wondered what Rosie’s mother would usually hear in a church. Probably just cries of ‘Back! Foul beast of Hell!’ followed by gasps of ’Is it alive?’ and a nervous enquiry as to wheather anybody had remembered to bring the stakes and hammers.
(om svigermor)
Not all those who wonder are lost.