“Mercy," said my mother thoughtfully, "you never told me your werewolf neighbor was quite that hot.”

“Those aren't from my mother's garden, are they? She'll throttle you.""No," he said, making a grand show of looking insulted. "I would never.""Sorry," she said with a cringe."They're from your neighbor's garden, actually.”

“They thought I'd die in the attempt, but I'm here and you're in my power. I'm the one with the wand. You're at my mercy.""No, Draco," said Dumbledore quietly. "It is my mercy, and not yours, that matters now.”

“Don't you find it strange that your mother would leave you?' Becky said. 'I can't imagine my other leaving me.'I'd never thought of it like that before. 'I don't think she knew what else to do.”

“I'm tempting you with fine gifts until your girlish ideals are quite worn away and you are at my mercy.”

“I never cut my neighbor's throat;My neighbor's gold I never stole;I never spoiled his house and land;But God have mercy on my soul!For I am haunted night and dayBy all the deeds I have not done;O unattempted loveliness!O costly valor never won!”