The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms?

You are protected, in short, by your ability to love!

Death comes for us all in the end.

I think it's alarming that people believe that success enables one to forget how life felt before. As if one could simply exchange one's values.

Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

And all along the corridor the statues and suits of armor jumped down from their plinths, and from the echoing crashes from the floors above and below, Harry knew that their fellows throughout the castle had done the same.