I wouldn't go back to ashes or dust
Words gave me life and in them I will surrender
From words to words..

You're my apostrophe, you make me belong.

He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.

Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.

As though an invisible hand were writing upon it, words appeared on the smooth surface of the map. "Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business."Snape froze. Harry stared, dumbstruck, at the message. But the map didn't stop there. More writing was appearing beneath the first."Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git."It would have been funny if the situation hadn't been so serious. And there was more..."Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor."Harry closed his eyes in horror. When he'd opened them, the map had had its last word."Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball."