Greatness is not a function of circumstance. Greatness, it turns out, is largely a matter of conscious choice.
Politics is when people choose their words and actions based on how they want others to react rather than based on what they really think.
I am what I am! That’s a great thing to be! If I say so myself, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
I told you. On his eleventh birthday. At three o’clock in the afternoon. It’ll sort of home in on him. He’s supposed to name it himself.
“Seventeen, eh! said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred. Six years to the day we met, Harry, d’yeh remember it? Vaguely, said Harry, grinning up at him. Didn’t you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pig’s tail, and tell me I was a wizard? I forge’ the details, Hagrid chortled.”
You don’t always want to be miserable on my birthday, do you?
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
This day shall be thy birth-day, and thy grave.
Wake up! For Today is your Day of all Days!
Tucker: 'But she gave me the perfect gift.' Clara: 'What?' Tucker: 'You.'
A Present! A-ha! Now what kind shall I give...? Why, the kind you’ll remember as long as you live!
Findus has three birthdays a year, because it was more fun that way.