I want to fall in love with something in the way I fell in love with the idea of Harry before I write anything else.

Dumbledore raised his finger for silence, a silence which fell as though he had struck Uncle Vernon dumb.

Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty. And Harry felt, as he had felt about phoenix song before, that the music was inside him, not without: It was his own grief turned magically to song.

When I was quite young my parents never said books were off limits.

The success of Harry Potter has given me lots of freedom. I can pay my bills, and I don't have to prove anything to anyone anymore.

Merlin’s beard, Harry, you made me jump,” said Slughorn, stopping dead in his tracks and looking wary. “How did you get out of the castle?” “I think Filch must’ve forgotten to lock the doors,” said Harry cheerfully, and was delighted to see Slughorn scowl.

All's fair in love and war," said Ron brightly, "and this is a bit of both.