“The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living.”

“The living take a part of the dead with them, carrying them around in their minds, like a song that lingers after the music has been turned off.”

“Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty. And Harry felt, as he had felt about phoenix song before, that the music was inside him, not without: It was his own grief turned magically to song..”

“It may be that we are doomed, that there is no hope for us, any of us, but if that is so then let us set up a last agonizing, bloodcurdling howl, a screech of defiance, a war whoop! Away with lamentation! Away with elegies and dirges! Away with biographies and histories, and libraries and museums! Let the dead eat the dead. Let us living ones dance about the rim of the crater, a last expiring dance. But a dance!" - Tropic of Cancer”

“When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.”

“Both looked back then on the wild revelry...and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude.”