J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

"And anyway, it’s not as though I’ll never see Mum again, is it?"

"Well, we were always going to fail that one,"said Ron gloomily as they ascended the marble staircase. He had just made Harry feel rather better by telling him how he told the examiner in detail about the ugly man with a wart on his nose in the crystal ball, only to look up and realize he had been describing the examiner's reflection."

"Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect."

"Wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure."

"You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts...but you cannot deny he's got style..."

"The mind is a complex and many-layered thing, Potter... or at least, most minds are..."

"Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?""Yes.""You called her a liar?""Yes.""You told her He Who Must Not Be Named is back?""Yes.""Have a biscuit, Potter."

"Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have."

"Yeah, Quirrell was a great teacher. There was just that minor drawback of him having Lord Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head!"

"But Dumbledore says he doesn't care what they do as long as they don't take him off the Chocolate Frog cards."

"Don’t put your wand there, boy! ... Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know!"

"We can't choose our fate, but we can choose others. Be careful in knowing that."

"Youth can not know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young."

"Give her hell from us, Peeves."

"My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities...like the ability to behave myself."

"Did you see me disarm Hermione, Harry?""Only once"said Hermione stung. "I got you loads more then you got me—""I did not only get you once, I got you at least three times—""Well if you're counting the one where you tripped over your own feet and knocked the wand out of my hand—"

"Why were you lurking under our window?""Yes - yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our windows, boy?""Listening to the news,"said Harry in a resigned voice.His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage."Listening to the news! Again?""Well, it changes every day, you see,"said Harry."

"Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect."

"I am not forgotten, you know, no, I still receive a very great deal of fan mail.. . . Gladys Gudgeon writes weekly. . . . I just wish I knew why. . . .”He paused, looking faintly puzzled, then beamed again and returned to his signing with renewed vigor. “I suspect it is simply my good looks. . . ."

"Mistletoe,"said Luna dreamily, pointing at a large clump of white berries placed almost over Harry's head. He jumped out from under it. "Good thinking,"said Luna seriously. "It's often infested with nargles."