You can have a very intense relationship with fictional characters because they are in your own head.
I think that perhaps if I had had to slow down the ideas so that I could capture them on paper I might have stifled some of them.
I scared Stephen King.
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.
Lord Voldermort Has Risen Again.
Accio Firebolt!
Gringotts was the safest place in the world for something you wanted to hide – except perhaps Hogwarts.
Do you know what I think, Potter?′ said Snape, very quietly. “I think that you are a liar and a cheat and that you deserve detention with me every Saturday until the end of term. What do you think, Potter?
Voldemort is playing a very clever game. Declaring himself might have provoked open rebellion. Remaining masked has created confusion, uncertainty, and fear.
Dawn seemed to follow midnight with indecent haste.
We Slytherins are brave, yes, but not stupid. For instance, given the choice, we will always choose to save our own necks.
Why had he never appreciated the miracle that he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart?
Imagine losing fingernails, Harry! That really puts our sufferings into perspective, doesn’t it?
Never tickle a sleeping dragon.
You see what you expect to see, Severus.
Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy – Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!
Or perhaps in Slytherin, you’ll make your real friends. Those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends.
He tried to give his wife pleasure in little ways, because he had come to realize, after nearly two decades together, how often he disappointed her in the big things. It was never intentional. They simply had very different notions of what ought to take up most space in life.
Death comes for us all in the end.
As Ginny and Hermione moved closer to the rest of the family, Harry had a clear view of the bodies lying next to Fred: Remus and Tonks, pale and still and peaceful-looking, apparently asleep beneath the dark, enchanted ceiling.