“I don't think there's any limit on True Blue Love. The more the merrier, I say," said Harry.”

“Are — you — insane?” said Hermione in a hushed voice.'I don't think so,' said Harry, shrugging.”

“Love is like falconry," he said. "Don't you think that's true, Cleveland?""Never say love is like anything." said Cleveland. "It isn't.”

“I don't think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.”

“In fact I don't think of literature, or music, or any art form as having a nationality. Where you're born is simply an accident of fate. I don't see why I shouldn't be more interested in say, Dickens, than in an author from Barcelona simply because I wasn't born in the UK. I do not have an ethno-centric view of things, much less of literature. Books hold no passports. There's only one true literary tradition: the human.”

“Of course we still want to know you!" Harry said, staring at Hagrid."You don't think anything that Skeeter cow - sorry, Professor," he added quickly, looking at Dumbledore."I have gone temporarily deaf and haven't any idea what you said, Harry," said Dumbledore, twiddling his thumbs and staring at the ceiling.”