Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (Harry Potter, # 1)

by J.K. Rowling

“I remember every wand I’ve ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave

another feather — just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother — why, its brother gave you that scar.”

The wand chooses the wizard, remember. . . . I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter. . . . After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things — terrible, yes, but great.”

“I hope you’re pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed — or worse, expelled. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to bed.”

But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.

Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that.

There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those

too weak to seek it.

After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.”

“Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn’t realize that love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign . . . to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will

give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin. Quirrell, full of hatred, greed, and ambition, sharing his soul with Voldemort, could not touch you for this reason. It was agony to touch a person marked by something so good.”

“There are all kinds of courage,” said Dumbledore, smiling. “It takes a great deal of

bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.