"Her voice was now so shrill only bats would be able to hear it soon, but she had reached a level of indignation that rendered her temporarily speechless.."
"Would you like me to [kill you] now?"asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. "Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?"
"Holey? You have the the whole world of ear-related humor before you, you go for holey?"
"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"
"Whatever happens to your body, your soul will survive, untouched..."
"Oh, of course,"said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. "I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library."