Training for the ballet, Potter?

You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”
He held out his hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it.
“I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” he said coolly.

Killing rips the soul apart.

It is my baby and if I want to bring it out to play again, I will.

Personal happiness lies in knowing that life is not a checklist of acquisition. Your qualifications are not your life.

Yeah,” said Ron, “and lucky Harry doesn’t lose his head in a crisis — ‘there’s no wood,’ honestly.