Does it hurt?" The childish question had escaped Harry's lips before he could stop it. "Dying? Not at all," said Sirius. "Quicker and easier than falling asleep.

Finding out what you’re good at, and doing it to the best of your ability, is the route to self-respect.

Get up, you useless lump, get up!

Yeah you can have a word," said Harry savagely. "Good-bye.

Was it love when somebody filled a space in your life that yawned inside you, once they had gone?

Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?” "...I think the answer is that a circle has no beginning." "Well reasoned.

And Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three red-headed men were grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand as they staggered and stumbled over stone and wood. 'No - no - no!' someone was shouting. 'No! Fred! No!' And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.