Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Harry Potter, #7)

by J.K. Rowling

An odd symbol, rather like a triangular eye, glistened from a golden chain around his neck.

“After all this time?” “Always,” said Snape.

His will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death.

He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.

perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that they wear it well.

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

“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”