Harry - you're a great wizard, you know." "I'm not as good as you," said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let go of him. "Me!" said Hermione. "Books! And cleverness! There are more important things - friendship and bravery and - oh Harry - be careful!

If it's a good book, anyone will read it. I'm totally unashamed about still reading things I loved in my childhood.

Mr. Weasley was unavailable for comment, although his wife told reporters to clear off or she'd set the family ghoul on them.

Why had he never appreciated the miracle that he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart?

Because to confide a part of your soul to something that can think and move for itself is obviously a very risky business.

I had an old typewriter and a big idea.

I don't drive. No. Cars terrify me. I am really frightened of cars.