Maybe he murdered Myrtle; that would’ve done everyone a favor. . . .

I was supposed to be waiting up here when you got back, only your Phoenix lot got in the way...” “Yes, they do that,” said Dumbledore.

The ones that love us never really leave us.

Everythin' seems ter happen ter you, doesn' it?

I had a dream about a motorcycle," said Harry, remembering suddenly. "It was flying." Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car in front. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beet with a mustache: "MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!" Dudley and Piers sniggered. "I know they don't," said Harry. "It was only a dream.

Death is just life's next big adventure.

To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.