Rack your brains, that should only take a couple of seconds.
Greatness inspires envy, envy engenders spite, spite spawns lies.
It's best to know what the enemy are saying.
When you were straight, evil thoughts and memories came pouring up out of the darkness inside you; buzzing black flies clinging to the insides of your skull.
Great, tell me when you've defeated Voldemort for me, will you?
Every hour that passed added to her grief, because it bore her further away from the living man, and because it was a tiny foretaste of the eternity she would have to spend without him.