“I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.”

“It is my baby and if I want to bring it out to play again, I will.”

“Maybe he murdered Myrtle; that would’ve done everyone a favor. . . .”

“Why would I go looking for someone I know wants to kill me?”

“I just write what I wanted to write. I write what amuses me. It's totally for myself”

“I don’t believe him,” said Hermione in a very unsteady voice, the moment they were out of earshot of Hagrid. “I don’t believe him. I really don’t believe him. . . .”“Calm down,” said Harry.“Calm down!” she said feverishly. “A giant! A giant in the forest! And we’re supposed to give him English lessons! Always assuming, of course, we can get past the herd of murderous centaurs on the way in and out! I — don’t — believe — him!”

“Are you insane? Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Have you got a house? When can I move in?”