Nasty Temper He's Got, That Sirius Black.

Sirius's Gaunt Face Broke Out Into The First True Smile Harry Had Seen Upon It. The Difference It Made Was Startling, As Though A Person Ten Years Younger Were Shining Through The Starved Mask; For A Moment He Was Recognizable As The Man Who Had Laughed At Harry's Parents' Wedding.

... There Are Far, Far Worse Things In The Living World Than Dying.

... You Could Claim That Anything's Real If The Only Basis For Believing In It Is That Nobody's Proved It Doesn't Exist!

I'm A Real Sucker For Guitars. I've Had A Crush On Many, Many A Guitarist.

I Don't Think You Should Be An Auror, Harry," Said Luna Unexpectedly. Everybody Looked At Her. "the Aurors Are Part Of The Rotfang Conspiracy, I Thought Everyone Knew That. They're Working To Bring Down The Ministry Of Magic From Within Using A Mixture Of Dark Magic And Gum Disease.