I Imagined Being A Famous Writer Would

Never," Said Hagrid Irritably, "try An' Get A Straight Answer Out Of A Centaur. Ruddy Stargazers. Not Interested In Anythin' Closer'n The Moon.

Promise Me You’ll Look After Yourself … Stay Out Of Trouble …’ ‘i Always Do, Mrs Weasley,’ Said Harry. ‘i Like A Quiet Life, You Know Me.

I Expect What You're Not Aware Of Would Fill Several Books, Dursely.

I Just Wish I’d Asked You Sooner. We Could’ve Had Ages . . . Months . . . Years Maybe. . . .

He Felt That He Was Still Groping In The Dark; He Had Chosen His Path But Kept Looking Back, Wondering Whether He Had Misread The Signs, Whether He Should Not Have Taken The Other Way.