Pretty please. With sugar.

Souls, I said. I mean, you always wonder if they're real. Even if you believe in them, you still have to wonder: Is my existence just this body? Is there really something more? Do I really have a soul?Uriel's smile blossomed again. You've got it backward, Harry, he said. You are a soul. You have a body.

In the name of the Pizza Lord. Charge!

There should be a rule against your own inner monologue throwing around that much sarcasm.

Living was a dangerous past-time, and often quite painful—but there was also such joy in living, such beauty, things that one would otherwise never see, never experience, never know. The risk of pain and loss was a part of living.

Molly, you are a good person. Don't let anyone take that away from you. Not even yourself.

‎It isn't enough to stand up and fight darkness. You've got to stand apart from it, too. You've got to be different from it.