J. K. Rowling Quotes

Gilderoy Lockhart is also a lot like someone I once knew, but I don't think I'd better elaborate!

'It was stupid, thinking it was him, I mean, I knew he was dead' Harry muttered. 'You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you have need of him....You know, Harry, in a way you did see your father last night....You found him inside yourself.'

Read as much as you possibly can. Nothing will help you as much as reading.

Snape was looking as though the first person to ask him for a Love Potion would be force-fed poison.

What's interesting about the wizarding world is when you take physical strength out of the equation, a woman can do magic just as powerfully as a man can do magic. A woman can fight just the same as a man.

Okay, men,” he said. “And women,” said Chaser Angelina Johnson. “And women,” Wood agreed. “This is it.” “The big one,” said Fred Weasley. “The one we’ve all been waiting for,” said George. “We know Oliver’s speech by heart,” Fred told Harry, “we were on the team last year.” “Shut up, you two,” said Wood. “This is the best team Gryffindor’s had in years. We’re going to win. I know it.” He glared at them all as if to say, “Or else.” “Right. It’s time. Good luck, all of you.

In magic, man has to rely on himself. So, in religion, of course, you're looking for outside support but that's the appeal of magic.

I will be sharing additional information I've been hoarding for years about the world of Harry Potter

He's a werewolf! That's why he's been missing classes!

Next time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!

Would it hurt to die?

I received free health care.

The Chamber Of Secrets had been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware.

there is plenty to be learned even from a bad teacher: what not to do, how not to be

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

Every writer prefers good reviews over bad ones, and every writer wants to have lots of readers. But if it doesn't happen, that's fine too. Perhaps I won't throw a party then; I'll simply go home and keep writing.

Oh, for heaven’s sake, Sirius, Dumbledore said no!” A bearlike black dog had appeared at Harry’s side as Harry clambered over the various trunks cluttering the hall to get to Mrs. Weasley. “Oh honestly,” said Mrs. Weasley despairingly. “Well, on your own head be it!” The great black dog gave a joyful bark and gamboled around them, snapping at pigeons, and chasing its own tail. Harry couldn’t help laughing. Sirius had been trapped inside for a very long time.

Imagination is ... the foundation of all invention and innovation.

Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.

Are you insane? Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Have you got a house? When can I move in?

No story lives unless someone wants to listen. So thank you, all of you.

It's going to be really emotional to say goodbye. I'm going to find it very difficult. But it must be done, it must be done.

The opportunity was too perfect to miss. Harry crept silently around behind Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, bent down, and scooped a large handful of mud out of the path. 'We were just talking about your friend Hagrid,' Malfoy said to Ron. 'Just trying to imagine what he's saying to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. D'you think he'll cry when they cut off his hippogriff's—' SPLAT. Malfoy's head jerked back as the mud hit him; his silverblond hair was suddenly dripping in muck.

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.

[about his dress robes...] I’m never wearing them," Ron was saying stubbornly. "Never." "Fine," snapped Mrs. Weasley. "Go naked. And, Harry, make sure you get a picture of him. Goodness knows I could do with a laugh.

So why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left —” “Don’t talk to your mother like that.

No, Harry, you listen," said Hermione. "We're coming with you. That was decided months ago - years, really.

It was strange how your brain could know what your heart refused to accept.

Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.

Howard was almost as fond of this hall as he was of his own shop. The Brownies used it on Tuesdays, and the Women's Institute on Wednesdays. It had hosted jumble sales and Jubilee celebrations, wedding receptions and wakes, and it smelled of all of these things: of stale clothes and coffee urns, and the ghosts of home-baked cakes and meat salads; of dust and human bodies; but primarily of aged wood and stone.

It is our choices... that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.

Go on, have a pasty," said Harry, who had never had anything to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, eating their way through all Harry's pasties, cakes, and candies (the sandwiches lay forgotten).

But she's ditched Dean!

What you write becomes who you are… So make sure you love what you write!

Many prefer not to exercise their imaginations at all. They choose to remain comfortably within the bounds of their own experience, never troubling to wonder how it would feel to have been born other than they are. They can refuse to hear screams or to peer inside cages; they can close their minds and hearts to any suffering that does not touch them personally; they can refuse to know. I might be tempted to envy people who can live that way, except that I do not think they have any fewer nightmares than I do. The wilfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.

Dobby has no master. Dobby is a free elf!

And don’t forget: Elvendork! It’s unisex!

I expect what you're not aware of would fill several books, Dursely.

Professor,” Harry gasped. “Your bird — I couldn’t do anything — he just caught fire —

A Wrackspurt . . . They’re invisible. They float in through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy,” she said. “I thought I felt one zooming around in here.

Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often. Best to say nothing at all, my dear man.

Do I look stupid?" snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache.

He felt his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. How strange that in his dread of death, it pumped all the harder, valiantly keeping him alive. But it would have to stop, and soon. Its beats were numbered. How many would there be time for, as he rose and walked through the castle for the last time, out into the grounds and into the forest?

Failure means a stripping away of the inessential.

The Forbidden Forest looked as though it had been enchanted, each tree smattered with silver, and Hagrid's cabin looked like an iced cake.

The fame thing is interesting because I never wanted to be famous, and I never dreamt I would be famous.

Half an hour later, each of them had been given a complicated circular chart, and was attempting to fill in the position of the planets at their moment of birth. It was dull work, requiring much consultation of timetables and calculation of angles. “I’ve got two Neptunes here,” said Harry after a while, frowning down at his piece of parchment, “that can’t be right, can it?” “Aaaaah,” said Ron, imitating Professor Trelawney’s mystical whisper, “when two Neptunes appear in the sky, it is a sure sign that a midget in glasses is being born, Harry . . .

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