We're all human, aren't we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.

I will carry on writing, to be sure. But I don't know if I would want to publish again after Harry Potter.

But I was the most unashamed lone parent you were ever going to meet.

Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb.

It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.

You think I'm a fool?" demanded Harry. "No, I think you're like James," said Lupin, "who would have regarded it as the height of dishonor to mistrust his friends.

Where are you heading, if you’ve got the choice?” James lifted an invisible sword. “‘Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!’ Like my dad.” Snape made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him. “Got a problem with that?” “No,” said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. “If you’d rather be brawny than brainy —” “Where’re you hoping to go, seeing as you’re neither?” interjected Sirius.