Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why o... - J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"Does it hurt?"The childish question had escaped Harry's lips before he could stop it. "Dying? Not at all,"said Sirius. "Quicker and easier than falling asleep."

"Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love."

"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."

"For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That’s a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that’s glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it’s safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that’s still likely to be the last thing you ever do."

"Albus Severus,"Harry said quietly, so that nobody but Ginny could hear, and she was tactful enough to pretend to be waving to Rose, who was now on the train, "you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew."