Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Harry Potter, #3)

by J.K. Rowling

And I am telling you all to turn to page 394.”

He took out his wand, touched the parchment lightly, and said, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.

The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.

“You think the dead we have loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you have need of him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night.”