I think it’s the books that you read when you’re young that live with you forever.

Madam Pince, our librarian, tells me that it is 'pawed about, dribbled on, and generally maltreated' nearly everyday - a high compliment for any book.

One can never have enough socks," said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.

Books are like mirrors: if a fool looks in, you cannot expect a genius to look out.

I don't believe in the kind of magic in my books. But I do believe something very magical can happen when you read a good book.

What are you doing with all those books anyway?" Ron asked, limping back to his bed. "Just trying to decide which ones to take with us," said Hermione. "When we're looking for the Horcruxes.""Oh, of course," said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. "I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library".

But why's she got to go to the library?''Because that's what Hermione does,' said Ron, shrugging. 'When in doubt, go to the library.

Something very magical happens when you read a good book:)

He wanted to be stopped, to be dragged back, to be sent back home... But he was home. Hogwarts was the first and best home he had known. He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here...