“Wild!" Ron said, twiddling the replay knob on the side. "I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again... and again... and again...”

“For Saffron," it said in shaky old writing on the damaged base, and on the other side, "Saffy's angel."Saffron, picking up the broken fragments one by one, said it didn't matter. She hugged Rose and Indigo and Caddy and Sarah, and said again and again that it didn't matter, it didn't matter at all.”

“Replaying her words in my head, I could feel my face redden again. I wanted to flush my head down the toilet.”

“Death's got an Invisibility Cloak?" Harry interrupted again."So he can sneak up on people," said Ron. "Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking...”

“I'm wild again, beguiled again, a whimpering, simpering child again. Bewitched, bothered, bewildered am I.”

“Once you've put one of his [Henry James] books down, you simply can't pick it up again.”