“Say the point of sex isn’t recreation of procreation or any of that stuff. Say it’s concentration. Say it’s supposed to focus your attention on the person you’re sleeping with--like biological hi-lighter. ... Otherwise, there’s just too many people in the world.”

“It is real, isn’t it? It’s not a joke? Petunia says you’re lying to me. Petunia says there isn’t a Hogwarts. It is real, isn’t it?”“It’s real for us,” said Snape. “Not for her.”

“Getting dumped is crazy times. Like … what? You’re supposed to instantly turn off all your emotions just because he says it’s over? You’re supposed to go on with your life like nothing happened?”

“What the world needs is a set villain that people can point at and say, “It’s all your fault!”

“If nothing I say sparks any thoughts or identification, it’s possible you’re taking too much medication. If it’s the greatest talk you’ve ever heard, you’re not taking enough.”

“Sex is all right” he says“It’s all right at the time, and it’s all right before” says Lise, “but the problem is afterwards. That is, if you’re not an animal. Most of the time, afterwards is pretty sad.”