Do not pity the dead, Harry.

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he's really divine, The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.

You look in excellent health to me, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don't let you off homework today. I assure you that if you do die, you need not hand it in.

Love wins. It does win. We know it wins.

Everyone wanted my emotions to be very simple. They wanted me to say, "I was poor and I was unhappy, and now I've got money and I'm really happy."

Fame is a fickle friend, Harry. Celebrity is as celebrity does. Remember that.

Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him.