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Bless him, and to think I used to dream of chopping off his head.

Master Sirius ran away, good riddance, for he was a bad boy and broke my Mistress's heart with his lawless ways.

Master Regulus was strange, not as he usually was, disturbed in his mind, Kreacher could tell ... and he asked Kreacher to take him to the cave, the cave where Kreacher had gone with the Dark Lord.

Fight! Fight for my master, the defender of the house-elves! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus!

Kreacher: "Kreacher needed water, he crawled to the island's edge and he drank from the black lake ... and hands, dead hands, came out of the water and dragged Kreacher under the surface..."
Harry: "How did you get away?"
Kreacher: "Master Regulus told Kreacher to come back."
Harry: "I know – but how did you escape the Inferi?"
Kreacher: "Master Regulus told Kreacher to come back."

Kreacher is what he has been made by wizards, Harry. Yes, he is to be pitied. His existence has been as miserable as your friend Dobby's. He was forced to do Sirius's bidding, because Sirius was the last of the family to which he was enslaved, but he felt no true loyalty to him. And whatever Kreacher's faults, it must be admitted that Sirius did nothing to make Kreacher's lot easier.

"Who's Kreacher?"
"The house-elf who lives here," said Ron. "Nutter. Never met one like him."
"He is not a nutter," said Hermione.
"His life's ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque like his mother", said Ron. "Is that normal, Hermione?"

"Kreacher said nothing," said the elf, with a second bow to George, adding in a clear undertone, "and there's its twin, unnatural little beasts they are."

Harry, James wouldn't have wanted me killed! Your dad... your dad would have spared me! He would shown me mercy!

Thrawn or Tarkin would be perfect for this assignment. But both are gone. And few in my Empire rise to their level of skill

For if one is remembered by a friend, one is never truly gone.

There are things in the universe that are simply and purely evil. A warrior does not seek to understand them, or to compromise with them. He seeks only to obliterate them.

A warrior may forget that even the task of identifying the enemy can be difficult. And the cost of that failure can lead to catastrophe.

Time for Thrawn to face his future.
Time for Vader to face his past.

I am a warrior, Your Majesty. A warrior may retreat. He does not flee. He may lie in ambush. He does not hide. He may experience victory or defeat. He does not cease to serve.

All lives are important, and I resist the thought of standing by and watching two hundred possibly needless deaths.

Palpatine: "Congratulations, Grand Admiral. An excellent day for you. An excellent day for my Empire. Though I fear many will not see it that way."
Thrawn: "I will endeavor to set their hearts and minds at ease. But I must first calm my own heart and mind."

It is said that one should keep one's allies within view, and one's enemies within reach. A valid statement. One must be able to read an ally's strengths, so as to determine how to best use them. One must similarly be able to read his enemy's weaknesses, so as to determine how to best defeat him. But what of friends? There is no accepted answer, perhaps true friendship is so exceedingly rare. But I had formulated my own. A friend need not be kept within sight or within reach. A friend must be allowed the freedom to find and follow his own path. If one is fortunate, those paths will for a time join. But if paths separate, it is comforting to know that a friend still graces the universe with his skills, and his viewpoint, and his present. For if one is remembered by a friend, one is never truly gone.

Aristocra Zistalmu: "You've made quite a name for yourself over the past few years."
Thrawn: "Sometimes that name is appended to a curse."

I can see it all. Their tactics, their patterns, their weaknesses. I could tell you right here, right now, how to beat them.

If any break off and run, let them go. Their tales of what happened here today will hasten the demoralization of any other such groups.

Thrawn: "You are a Jedi, then?"
Anakin: "I'd have thought that was obvious."
Thrawn: "Not at all. Our myths of the Republic speak of two groups of beings with such powers: the Jedi, and the Sith. But the Sith are reputed to be clever and capable warriors."

Qilori: "If they suspect you're hunting pirates-"
Thrawn: "You think they only suspect? Yes; point taken. Let's remove any lingering doubts."

Phineas Nigellus: "I can't see why the boy should be able to do it better than you, Dumbledore."
Albus Dumbledore: "I wouldn't expect you to, Phineas."

There's Phineas Nigellus... my great-great-grandfather, see? ... least popular Headmaster Hogwarts ever had.

You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts... but you cannot deny he's got style.

"Never try to understand the students. They hate it. They would much rather be tragically misunderstood, wallow in self-pity, stew in their own -"
"That's enough, Phineas," said Dumbledore.

You know, this is precisely why I loathed being a teacher! Young people are so infernally convinced that they are right about everything.

Neville's aim was so poor that he kept accidentally sending much heavier things flying across the room - Professor Flitwick, for instance.

Saying the magic words properly is very important, too - never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said "s" instead of "f" and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest.

Professor Flitwick knows more about Entrancing Enchantments than any wizard I've ever met, the sly old dog.

Flitwick: "There you are! We've been looking everywhere for you two. Now, names?"
Harry: "Professor Flitwick, you've known me for five years."
Flitwick: "No exceptions, Potter!"

Thank you so much, Professor! I could have got rid of the sparklers myself, of course, but I wasn't sure whether I had the authority.

Professor Flitwick took the register, and when he reached Harry's name he gave an excited squeak and toppled out of sight.

As long as the Secret-Keeper refused to speak, You-Know-Who could search the village where Lily and James were staying for years and never find them, not even if he had his nose pressed against their sitting room window!

The diadem of Ravenclaw? A little extra wisdom never goes amiss Potter, but I hardly think it would be much use in this situation.

Now, now, boys. A little less talk, a little more action... Let me see you try.

Hogwarts should be Dumbledore's final resting place.

You'll do no more murder at Hogwarts!

You realize, of course, that nothing we do will be able to keep out You-Know-Who indefinitely?

Don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing, the Swish and Flick!

Quills down, please! That means you too, Stebbins! Please remain seated while I collect your parchment! Accio!

But it's never over. We stand here now with a chance to learn. To rebuild from our mistakes.

I'm not interested in power. I want to restore the Order.

There are three rules to survive: Don't stand out; don't reach out. Accept the past. Trust no one; trust only in the Force.

The lives of every child on that list will be forever changed. Not by us. Their destiny should be trusted to the force.

You know I've been alone for... a while now. Without any purpose. Just hiding. It's no way to live. Not for a Jedi. Or a droid. Maybe Cere was right. Maybe we're done hiding.

As long as we fight - hope survives.