Do I look stupid?" snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache.

Harry: This book belongs to Harry Potter. Ron: Shared by Ron Weasley, because his fell apart. Hermione: Why don't you buy a new one then? Ron: Write on your own book, Hermione. Hermione: You bought all those dungbombs on Saturday. You could have bought a new book instead. Ron: Dungbombs rule.

On her daughter, Jessica: Kids at her school will sidle up to me and say, Does Jessica know what happens in book 4? Does Jessica know the title of book 4? And I keep saying, No! There is no point kidnapping her, taking her around back of the bike shed, and torturing her for information.

There appears to be something to do with vehicles and movement that stimulates my writing.

Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.

He dreamed of London and of a life that mattered.

Then you should have died! Died, rather than betray your friends, as we would have done for you!