“Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the air around them. Even Muggles feel their presence, though they can’t see them. Get too near a Dementor and every good feeling, every happy memory will be sucked out of you. If it can, the Dementor will feed on you long enough to reduce you to something like itself — soul-less and evil. You’ll be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life.”

“You can't give a Dementor the old one-two!”

“The dementors send their love, Potter!”

“Personally, I'd have welcomed a dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely.”

“Get over here and talk to her. She’s a reporter, not a Dementor.”“Harry Potter nerd.”“Whatever. Take the damn phone.”

“The Macintosh was sort of like this wonderful romance in your life that you once had — and that produced about 10 million children. In a way it will never be over in your life. You'll still smell that romance every morning when you get up. And when you open the window, the cool air will hit your face, and you'll smell that romance in the air. And you'll see your children around, and you feel good about it. And nothing will ever make you feel bad about it.”