You'd think I walk around with my eyes shut, banging off the walls.

Harry, just go down to the lake tomorrow, right, stick your head in, yell at the merpeople to give back whatever they’ve nicked, and see if they chuck it out. Best you can do, mate.

Every writer must have a chip of ice in his heart.

Ultimately, we all have to decide for ourselves what constitutes failure, but the world is quite eager to give you a set of criteria if you let it.

Get up, you useless lump, get up!

If Harry Potter taught us anything, it's that no one should have to live in the closet

Cinderella? Snow White? What's that? An illness?