Who was this women?' asked Harry. 'I dunno, some Ministry hag.' Mundungus considered for a moment, brow wrinkled. 'Little women. Bow on top of er' head.' He frowned and then added, 'Looked like a toad.' Harry dropped his wand. Harry looked up and saw his own shock reflected in Ron and Hermione's faces. The scars on the back of right hand seemed to be tingling again.

I love inventing names, but I also collect unusual names, so that I can look through my notebook and choose one that suits a new character.

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

Imagine losing fingernails, Harry! That really puts our sufferings into perspective, doesn't it?

Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.

You don't know what I'm capable of, you don't know what I've done!

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.