He might have crawled up into the airing cupboard and died, but I mustn't get my hopes up.

Why do they have to move in packs?" Harry asked Ron as a dozen or so girls walked past them, sniggering and staring at Harry. "How're you supposed to get one on their own to ask them?" "Lasso one?" Ron suggested.

I've been writing my entire life, and I'll always write. But at times I have told myself that I don't necessarily have to publish anything else.

You can have a very intense relationship with fictional characters because they are in your own head.

Harry, just go down to the lake tomorrow, right, stick your head in, yell at the merpeople to give back whatever they’ve nicked, and see if they chuck it out. Best you can do, mate.

Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!

Sometimes you have to stop trying to force it, walk away and let your subconscious show you the way. Fill up on life for a while.