J. K. Rowling, Quotes

The hippogriff took off into the air. . . . He and his rider became smaller and smaller as Harry gazed after them . . . then a cloud drifted across the moon. . . . They were gone.

Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human —” “THEN — I — DON’T — WANT — TO — BE — HUMAN!” Harry roared.

Promise me you’ll look after yourself … stay out of trouble …’ ‘I always do, Mrs Weasley,’ said Harry. ‘I like a quiet life, you know me.

but the idea of the Dark Lord in possesion of the Deathstick is, I must admit, formidable.

Well, think back," said Harry. "Have you ever let it slip that you'd like to go out in public with the words 'My Sweetheart' round your neck?

Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily - weak people, in other words.

Fame is a fickle friend, Harry. Celebrity is as celebrity does. Remember that.

Urgh — essence of Millicent Bulstrode.

Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb.

Shut your mouth! You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood's tongue, you dare —

Braggarts and rogues, dogs and scoundrels, drive them out, Harry Potter, see them off!

Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.

It was only when he was back in bed that it struck Harry that Dumbledore might not have been quite truthful. But then, it had been a quite personal question.

Worst that can happen is Hagrid’ll have to get rid of the skrewts. Sorry ... did I say worst? I meant best.

You saved Dad's life. If anyone's got the right to eavesdrop on him, it's you.

There is no shame in what you are feeling, Harry,' said Dumbledore's voice. 'On the contrary... the fact that you can feel pain like this is your greatest strength.

Yes, Severus does seem the type, doesn't he? So useful to have him swooping around like an overgrown bat.

Warlock D. J. Prod of Didsbury says: “My wife used to sneer at my feeble charms, but one month into your fabulous Kwikspell course and I succeeded in turning her into a yak! Thank you, Kwikspell!

Harry was just thinking that all he needed was for Dumbledore's pet bird to die while he was all alone in the office with it, when the bird burst into flames.

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?

Why can’t I drink the potion instead?” asked Harry desperately. “Because I am much older, much cleverer, and much less valuable,” said Dumbledore.

We all know that the people we love are mortal, we all know we’re mortal, we know it’s going to end; you cannot prepare yourself for it.

HARRY, THIS IS NO TIME TO BE A GENTLEMAN!" Wood roared as Harry swerved to avoid collision. "KNOCK HER OFF HER BROOM IF YOU HAVE TO!

I must admit, Peter, I have difficulty in understanding why an innocent man would want to spend twelve years as a rat.

Harry: "And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?” Ron: “Throw it away and punch him on the nose.

Your devotion is nothing more than cowardice. You would not be here if you had anywhere else to go.

You've got to appreciate what the worst is. You don't want to find yourself in a situation where you're facing it.

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.

Harry Potter has kindly joined us for my rebirthing party. One might go so far as to call him my guest of honor.

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

Harry, I've left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry--" "They won't," said Harry. "That you're safe--" "That'll just depress them." "--and you'll see them next summer." "Do I have to?

Ron, we're supposed to show the first years where to go!" "Oh yeah," said Ron, who had obviously forgotten. "Hey -- hey you lot! Midgets!

Well, better expelled and able to defend yourselves than sitting safely in school without a clue," said Sirius.

It seemed impossible that there could be people in the world who still desired food, who laughed, who neither knew nor cared that Sirius Black was gone forever.

He felt even angrier that Dumbledore was showing signs of weakness. He had no business being weak when Harry wanted to rage and storm at him.

And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.

A tiny little wooden man [was] slowly ascending the steps to a real set of gallows, both perched on a box that read: Reusable Hangman — Spell It Or He’ll Swing!

He's only silent because he's too thick to string two words together.

Well, hello, Peter,” said Lupin pleasantly, as though rats frequently erupted into old school friends around him. “Long time, no see.

Professor Snape was forcing them to research antidotes. They took this one seriously, as he had hinted that he might be poisoning one of them before Christmas to see if their antidote worked.

They run off eckeltricity, do they?" he said knowledgeably. "Ah yes, I can see the plugs. I collect plugs," he added to Uncle Vernon. "And batteries. Got a large collection of batteries.

I'm not putting them on,” said old Archie in indignation. “I like a healthy breeze 'round my privates, thanks.

Are — you — insane?” said Hermione in a hushed voice. 'I don't think so,' said Harry, shrugging.

He was going to be armed with his wand - which, just now, felt like nothing more than a narrow strip of wood - against a fifty-foot-high, scaly, spike-ridden, fire-breathing dragon.

The barman sidled toward them out of a back room. He was a grump-looking old man with a great deal of a long gray hair and a beard. He was tall and thin and looked vaguely familiar to Harry.

Harry had the impression that even the barman was listening in. He was wiping the same glass with the filthy rag; it was becoming steadily dirtier.

The only reason to delay at this point was because the immediate prospect was so deeply uninviting.

Sword? Haven't got a sword. That boy has, though. He'll lend you one.

We Slytherins are brave, yes, but not stupid. For instance, given the choice, we will always choose to save our own necks.