And say you’ll come, and set me free,
Just say you’ll wait, you’ll wait for me.
And how can the world want me to change? They’re the ones that stay the same. They can’t see me, But I’m still here.
Tyson looked him over with that massive baby-brown eye. “You are not dead. I like it when you are not dead.”
"Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville. They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same; Harry thought they breathed. What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends…friends…friends…friends… Harry felt a great rush of affection for Luna" — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows