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

We came in the wind of the carnival. A wind of change, or promises. The merry wind, the magical wind, making March hares of everyone, tumbling blossoms and coat-tails and hats; rushing towards summer in a frenzy of exuberance.

If you want something you can have it, but you have to do some work. It's the ethic my mother brought me up with.

The process of giving is without limits.

...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.

Everything comes home, my mother used to say; every word spoken, every shadow cast, every footprint in the sand. It can't be helped; it's part of what makes us who we are.

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