I don't feel I owe my readers details of my family's private life.

Why would I go looking for someone I know wants to kill me?

Draco Malfoy is a bad boy!" squeaked Dobby angrily.

Parents shouldn't leave their kids unless —unless they've got to.

How awful it was, thought Tessa, remembering Fats the toddler, the way tiny ghosts of your living children haunted your heart; they could never know, and would hate it if they did, how their growing was a constant bereavement.

I'm sure that I'll never have another success like Harry Potter for the rest of my life, no matter how many books I write, and no matter whether they're good or bad.

Gringotts was the safest place in the world for something you wanted to hide — except perhaps Hogwarts.