They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on... - J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

"Alas! Earwax!"

"Ah, music,"he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here!"

"Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

"The truth."Dumbledore sighed. "It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution."

"Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march."