...we do not simply get showered with Hollywood money because we happened to write a little story about wizards one day. It's not winning the lottery. It's a real job, which real people do, and they have the same real problems as other real people.

I am not at all a chocoholic. I would rather eat anchovy toast.

All those moments, those memories. Everything that we are, compressed in just two or three kilos of paper — the weight of a human heart.

Places have their own characters. . . . But the people begin to look the same.

Anything based on ancient texts is difficult for a modern reader to get their head around.

I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.

What is a writer of fiction but a liar with a licence?