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.

He’s gone, Harry told himself. He’s gone. He had to keep thinking it as he washed and dressed, as though repetition would dull the shock of it. He’s gone and he’s not coming back. And that was the simple truth of it, Harry knew, because their protective enchantments meant that it would be impossible, once they vacated this spot, for Ron to find them again.

The idea that we could have a child who escapes from the confines of the adult world and goes somewhere where he has power, both literally and metaphorically, really appealed to me.

What you write becomes who you are… So make sure you love what you write!

I imagined being a famous writer would be like being like Jane Austen.

Dawn seemed to follow midnight with indecent haste.

Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress?