“I had enough trouble not falling down when the ground was dry; it might be safer for me to go back to bed now.”

“I said it, just like that. No stupid jokes, no changing the subject. For once, I wasn't embarrassed, because it was the truth. I had fallen. I think I had always been falling. And she might as well know, if she didn't already, because there was no going back now. Not for me.”

“Despite what I feel for Peeta, this is when I accept deep down that he'll never come back to me. Or i'll never go back to him. I'll die for my trouble. And he'll die insane and hating me.”

“That wand’s more trouble than it’s worth,” said Harry. “And quite honestly,” he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower, and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, “I’ve had enough trouble for a lifetime.”

“Wayside school is falling down, falling down, falling down,Wayside school is falling down my fair lady.Kids go splat as they hit the ground, hit the ground, hit the ground,Kids go splat as the hit the ground my fair lady.Broken bones and blood and gore, blood and gore, blood and gore,Broken bones and blood and gore my fair lady.We don't have to go to school no more, school no more, school no more,We don't have to go to school no more my fair lady.”

“I don't need to travel back in time to cause trouble. Seeing back through time finds me trouble enough!”