“So the crow spirals down through a collapsed dream and the only sound it makes in like a concave scream.”

“Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain.”

“NO!”The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.”

“And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.”

“Did dreams, he wondered, when they arrived, make a sound? The smallest kind, like the noise of an embryo being conceived, or a snowflake touching down?”

“Answer this question very carefully, kid. Are you a virgin?"The silence was so long I thought I was going to have to ask him again."What the hell?" He sounded honestly perplexed."Yes or no? Are you a virgin?" I lost control halfway through. My voice spiraled up into a scream... "Sonofabitch answer me!""Yes!" he screamed back. "Yes, I'm a fucking virgin, don't shoot me goddammit fucking please!”