Words are, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.
Hermione, when have any of our plans ever actually worked? We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose.[Hermione Granger: We’ve got to plan, we’ve got to figure it out…]
Of course it’s happening inside your head, Harry. Why should that mean that it’s not real?[Harry Potter: Is this all real? Or is it just happening inside my head?]