"I know you're not so tough. You like to act that way, but I know you, Sev. I know, I know deep down you're good...and no mater how far down you bury it, that goodness will resurface some day."
"That is the theme of all life and literature, is it not? The search for the component of salvation. The horn one should have blown, the grail one should have found, the cross one should have made...moments you cannot replay, events you cannot recast, choices you cannot undo."
"We don't have to be everything our fathers were. We just have to sort out the good from the bad, and then be ourselves. Or at least...try to find ourselves."
"Deep in the mountains in a hidden cave is a sword. This sword gives unbelievable power, power not even I can begin to understand. It is being sought by enemy, Marvin the Maligned. He mustn't get it, Bart."
"You complain about it, but what did you have to offer her that my father couldn't have outdone you on? What makes you think you could even have made her happy, or shown her a good time?"
"For as long as Rose could remember, her father always had her watering the hyacinths that stood in the kitchen window."
"Do you know, Potter, what I would have done to that damned sorting hat?" he queried, his voice falling in and out. "I'd have torn it...into so many pieces..."
Daisy yawned and settled into her flower for the night, her wings tucked gently underneath her. "Sleep well," she called to the two nearest fairies.