One more lesson like that and I might just do a Weasley.

If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love.

I think I'll just go down and have some pudding and wait for it all to turn up - it always does in the end.

I think the willfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.

I loved writing for kids, I loved talking to children about what I'd written, I don't want to leave that behind.

She seemed to think that one of the perks of marriage was that it gave you rights of comment and intrusion over single people's love lives.

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