How awful it was, thought Tessa, remembering Fats the toddler, the way tiny ghosts of your living children haunted your heart; they could never know, and would hate it if they did, how their growing was a constant bereavement.

I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation,” he said, “and I am sure he will perform it admirably.

There appears to be something to do with vehicles and movement that stimulates my writing.

Are you insane? Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Have you got a house? When can I move in?

Bless my soul,” whispered the old bartender, “Harry Potter . . . what an honor.

Secretly we're all a little more absurd than we make ourselves out to be.

However my parents - both of whom came from impoverished backgrounds and neither of whom had been to college, took the view that my overactive imagination was an amusing quirk that would never pay a mortgage or secure a pension.