Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb.

Ron and Hermione were still smirking and Harry felt his temper rise; he wasn’t even sure why he was feeling so angry. “Don’t sit there grinning like you know better than I do, I was there, wasn’t I?” he said heatedly. “I know what went on, all right? And I didn’t get through any of that because I was brilliant at Defense Against the Dark Arts, I got through it all because — because help came at the right time, or because I guessed right — but I just blundered through it all, I didn’t have a clue what I was doing — STOP LAUGHING!

Writing for me is a kind of compulsion, so I don't think anyone could have made me do it, or prevented me from doing it.

During the first five years that I was writing the series, I made plans and wrote small pieces of all the books. I concentrate on one book at a time, though occasionally I will get an idea for a future book and scribble it down for future reference.

Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.

Don't call me Nymphadora, Remus.

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.