"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?"
"Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also"
"So why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left —”“Don’t talk to your mother like that."
"After all this time?""Always..."
"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."
"Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain."