I can't give a Professor love! - J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"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?"

"All's fair in love and war,"said Ron brightly, "and this is a bit of both."

"Whatever happens to your body, your soul will survive, untouched..."

"I'm going to keep going until I succeed — or die. Don't think I don't know how this might end. I've known it for years."

"She picked up the book and then walked back past him into the tent, but as she did so, she brushed the top of his head lightly with her hand. He closed his eyes at her touch, and hated himself for wishing that what she said was true: that Dumbledore had really cared."