J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

"To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

"It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends."

"To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

"Alas! Earwax!"

"As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all - the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them."

"They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat. "Get the mail, Dudley,"said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper. "Make Harry get it.""Get the mail, Harry.""Make Dudley get it.""Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley."

"There is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it."

"One can never have enough socks,"said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books."

"Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. Love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves it's own mark. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever."

"There is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it."

"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."

"Fred, you next,"the plump woman said. "I'm not Fred, I'm George,"said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?""Sorry, George, dear.""Only joking, I am Fred,"said the boy and off he went."

"You haven't got a letter on yours,"George observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid-we know we're called Gred and Forge."

"Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

"Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. Love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves it's own mark. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever."

"Ah, music,"he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here!"

"So light a fire!"Harry choked. "Yes...of course...but there's no wood!"... "HAVE YOU GONE MAD!"Ron bellowed. "ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT!"

"He didn't realize that love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves its own mark."

"Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself."

"Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march."