Of all the trees we could've hit, we had to get one that hit... - J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

"Do I look stupid?"snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache."

"The poor things keep calling in those – those pumbles, I think they're called – you know, the ones who mend pipes and things – ""Plumbers?""– exactly, yes, but of course they're flummoxed."

"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."

"Well, you're expelling us aren't you?"said Ron."Not today, Mr. Weasley."Snape looked as though Christmas had been canceled."

"Oh well... I'd just been thinking, if you had died, you'd have been welcome to share my toilet."