Hermione: It's meant to be the most haunted building in Britain. Did I mention that? Ron: Twice. Hermione: Oh. Do you want to move a bit closer? Ron: Huh? Hermione: To the Shrieking Shack. Ron: Oh, no. I'm fine here.
Harry: He was their friend, and he betrayed them. He was their *friend*! I hope he finds me! Cause when he does, I'm gonna be ready. When he does, I'm gonna kill him!
Hermione: [after Hagrid gives Ron Scabbers back] I think you owe someone an apology. Ron: Right. Next time I see Crookshanks, I'll let him know. Hermione: [annoyed] I meant me!
Harry: Egypt, huh? What's it like? Ron: Brilliant! Loads of cool stuff. Mummies, tombs. Even Scabbers enjoyed himself. Hermione: You know, the Egyptians used to worship cats. Ron: Yeah, along with the dung beetle.
Hagrid: Well, first the committee took turns in talking about 'why we were there'. Then I stood up and said my bit, how Buckbeak was a good hippogriff, always cleaned his feathers. And then Lucius Malfoy got up...
[about Malfoy] Ron: Listen to the idiot! He's really laying it on thick, isn't he? Harry: At least Hagrid didn't get fired. Hermione: Yeah, but I hear Draco's father's furious. We haven't heard the end of this.
Shrunken Head: Ernie, little old lady at twelve o'clock! [the Knight Bus screeches to a halt] Shrunken Head: Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... 'tree'... 'tree' and a half... two... one and 'tree' quarters... YES!
Brian: [Brian is in a prison cell with Ben who is hanging from chains] Oh lay off, I've had a hard time! Ben the Prisoner: You've had a hard time? I've been here five years, they only hung me the right way up yesterday.
So, you take no prisoners, huh?’ Flynn leaned in close. Her pulse clicked up a gear at the deliberate invasion of her personal space. ‘No, sweetie. We take prisoners, of the short, female variety. We just don’t fight fair when we catch ‘em.
Not at all up to your usual standard, Hermione. Only one out of three, I’m afraid. I have not been helping Sirius get into the castle and I certainly don’t want Harry dead. But I won’t deny that I am a werewolf.
We can only guess at the thoughts and emotions of our neighbors. Each one of us is a prisoner in a solitary tower and he communicates with the other prisoners, who form mankind, by conventional signs that have not quite the same meaning for them as f...
Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Yet for quixotic reasons--namely, that I enjoyed writing obits--I had decided to scale back on articles about city life in order to write exclusively about the city's dead. For even less money. It was a strange and inexplicable career move.
This memoir is one of the most brutally honest books I’ve ever read. You will grow to believe, and cheer on, this flawed hero as he gains a liberating knowledge of himself.
It should never be forgotten that, in the struggle between the nations, it is in the interest of each one of them that the other should be weakened by internal struggle. Hence it is always possible to pose the question of whether the parties exist by...
Mr. Vey, you cannot be stuffed into a locker without your consent." Dallstrom said, which may be the dumbest thing ever said in a school. "You should have resisted. That's like blaming someone who was struck by lightning for getting in the way.
Perhaps I really was disillusioned; unable to see myself for who, and what, I really was. Maybe I really was an ungrateful wretch who just refused to take responsibility for my own actions. Maybe I was lying to myself because I didn’t want to admit...
I spent much of my prison time reading. I must have read over 200 large books, mostly fictional stories about the American pioneers, the Vikings, Mafia, etc. As long as I was engrossed in a book, I was not in prison. Reading was my escape.
I hit rock bottom before I even went there. Actually, prison was the rescue mission that God had put on me. He sent out his angels to rescue me. In prison, he protected me the whole time I was in there, and it was just for me to get my will power bac...
Ron: [sitting bolt upright in bed] Spiders... the spiders... they want me to tap-dance. And I don't want to tap-dance! Harry: You tell those spiders, Ron. Ron: Yeah, tell them... I'll tell them... [falls straight back asleep]
Ron: Who do you think that is? Hermione: Professor R. J. Lupin. Ron: Do you know everything? [to Harry] Ron: How is it she knows everything? Hermione: [annoyed] It's on his suitcase, Ronald. Ron: Oh.
