Fawkes is a phoenix, Harry. Phoenixes burst into flame when it is time for them to die and are reborn from the ashes.

He might have crawled up into the airing cupboard and died, but I mustn't get my hopes up.

Extraordinary imagination, especially in a witch world. Also friendship.

I was convinced that the only thing I wanted to do ever - was write novels.

The wizards represent all that the true 'muggle' most fears: They are plainly outcasts and comfortable with being so. Nothing is more unnerving to the truly conventional than the unashamed misfit!

If ever I expected to come face to face with an angry Christian fundamentalist, it wasn't in FAO Schwarz.

This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this.