Don't talk to me." "Why not?" "Because I want to fix that in my memory for ever. Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret.

I had the idea of a boy who was a wizard and didn't yet know what he was. I never sat down and wondered, "What shall I write about next?". It just came, fully formed.

words are our most inexhaustible source of magic.

I've been writing my entire life, and I'll always write.

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.

I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind.

It's just hard," Harry said finally, in a low voice, "to realize he won't write me again