Youth can not know how age thinks and feels. But old men are... - J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

"You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family!""What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?"

"By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many."

"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."

"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. . . ."

"From now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell 'Die, Ron, Die,' I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong."