Because - oh shut up laughing, you two - because they've just been turned down by girls they asked to the ball!

What I would most like to think they would take away, is what I take away when I read my favorite books. Which is the knowledge that there is always somewhere you can go, that you love, and where you're safe. And that's how I feel about my favorite books, wherever I am, if I've got that book with me, I've got a place where I can go and be happy. So if that place is Hogwarts for anyone, then I couldn't be more honored or humbled.

I've only suffered writer's block badly once, and that was during the writing of Chamber of Secrets. I had my first burst of publicity about the first book and it paralysed me. I was scared the second book wouldn't measure up, but I got through it!

I'm going to keep going until I succeed — or die. Don't think I don't know how this might end. I've known it for years.

Hermione drew herself to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her hair seemed to crackle with electricity. "No," she said, her voice quivering with anger, "but I will write to your mother.

We're all human, aren't we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.

I'm very frustrated by fear of imagination. I don't think that's healthy.