I wish...I wish I were dead...”“And what use would that be t... - J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"No - no - no!"someone was shouting. "No! Fred! No!"And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face."

"He can run faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo."

"How do you feel, Georgie?"whispered Mrs. Weasley.George's fingers groped for the side of his head."Saintlike,"he murmured."What's wrong with him?"croaked Fred, looking terrified. "Is his mind affected?""Saintlike,"repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. "You see...I'm HOLEY, Fred, geddit?"

"What are you doing with all those books anyway?"Ron asked. Just trying to decide which ones to take with us,"said Hermione. When we're looking for the Horcruxes."Oh, of course,"said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. "I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library."

"How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?"