You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you’ll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no . . . anything. There’s no chance at all of recovery. You’ll just — exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever . . . lost.

There are always loose ends in real life.

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us?

I loved writing Dumbledore and he is the epitome of goodness.

Angelina, Alicia, and Katie suddenly giggled. "What?" said Wood, frowning at this lighthearted behavior. "He's that tall, good-looking one, isn't he?" said Angelina. "Strong and silent," said Katie, and they started to giggle again. "He's only silent because he's too thick to string two words together," said Fred impatiently.

Never tickle a sleeping dragon.

Because to confide a part of your soul to something that can think and move for itself is obviously a very risky business.