The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and must therefore be treated with great caution.

Kreacher said nothing,” said the elf, with a second bow to George, adding in a clear undertone, “and there’s its twin, unnatural little beasts they are.

October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.

Harry found the [tea]... seemed to burn away a little of the fear fluttering in his chest.

I believe that lack of empathy is behind many problems, and I believe that it's disrupting our society. In Great Britain, there is a steady decline in the willingness to be truly generous, and by that I don't mean monetary generosity, but friendship and sympathy for others.

Gilderoy Lockhart is also a lot like someone I once knew, but I don't think I'd better elaborate!

I always have a basic plot outline, but I like to leave some things to be decided while I write.