The ferret sat and examined his foot "What in the world am I?" he asked, alarmed "I look like some sort of rodent!

Passion comes from within, but you can find it anywhere.

You know," Gabriel said, "there was a time I thought we could be friends, Will."

"There was a time I thought I was a ferret," Will said, "but that turned out to be the opium haze. Did you know it had that effect? Because I didn't.

But that's what falling in love was, right? A socially acceptable form of insanity?

OH NO YOU DON’T, LADDIE!”
Harry spun around. Professor Moody was limping down the marble staircase. His wand was out and it was pointing right at a pure white ferret, which was shivering on the stone-flagged floor, exactly where Malfoy had been standing.

Everything barbarians do is nothing, no matter how loudly they insist it's something.