“One could not forget what one had never known.”

“Some years had passed, but one never forgets faces one wholeheartedly detests.”

“I know what you are known as . . . but to me, you will always be Tom Riddle. It is one of the irritating things about old teachers. I am afraid that they never quite forget their charges’ youthful beginnings.”

“No one could ever be for me what [he] had been because he had known me when, and that had kept me away from the true reality of my years.”

“No one will ever forget that night, and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.”

“Until then I had always thought of loneliness as something negative—an absence of company, and, of course, something temporary... That day I had learned that it was much more. It was something which could press and oppress, could distort the ordinary and play tricks with the mind. Something which lurked inimically all around, stretching the nerves and twanging them with alarms, never letting one forget that there was no one to help, no one to care. It showed one as an atom adrift in vastness, and it waited all the time its chance to frighten and frighten horribly—that was what loneliness was really trying to do; and that was what one must never let it do...”