J. K. Rowling, Quotes

Don't worry. You're just as sane as I am.

Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic far beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!

Warrington’s aim’s so pathetic I’d be more worried if he was aiming for the person next to me.

I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you.

Potter! There are hundreds of people thundering through my pub!

You are — truly your father’s son, Harry. . . .

You don’t understand — there are things worth dying for!

You should write a book," Ron told Hermione as he cut up his potatoes, "translating mad things girls do so boys can understand them.

Did you know— then?” asked Harry. “Did I know that I had just met the most dangerous Dark wizard of all time? No.

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.

Writing and cafes are strongly linked in my brain.

Harry, guess what?" said Tonks from her perch on top of the washing machine, and she wiggled her left hand at him; a ring glittered there.

I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind.

Knocking the shrieking goblins aside like skittles

Oh, HONESTLY, don't you two read?

But Colin's only understanding of love was of limitless loyalty, boundless tolerance.

I think I'll just go down and have some pudding and wait for it all to turn up - it always does in the end.

They don't know we're not allowed to use magic at home. I'm going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer.

When you were straight, evil thoughts and memories came pouring up out of the darkness inside you; buzzing black flies clinging to the insides of your skull.

You foul, lying, evil little cockroach!

Let’s see . . . ah, yes, this is nice and cozy.” It was a broom cupboard.

Death is just life's next big adventure.

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

I imagined being a famous writer would be like being like Jane Austen.

All those poor elves I haven’t set free yet, having to stay over during Christmas because there aren’t enough hats!

I see a light in the kitchen. Let us not deprive Molly any longer of the chance to deplore how thin you are.

Harry, you wonderful boy, you brave, brave man.

Harry and Hermione are very platonic friends. But I won't answer for anyone else, nudge-nudge wink-wink!

I know how to use a fellytone now.

Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.

First sign of madness, talking to your own head.

Power was my weakness and my temptation.

Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four.

You are protected, in short, by your ability to love!

His priority did not seem to be to teach them what he knew, but rather to impress upon them that nothing, not even... knowledge, was foolproof.

There was a brief silence in which the distant echo of Hagrid smashing down a wooden front door seemed to reverberate through the intervening years.

She was on edge, feeling that she might snap or cry at the smallest provocation.

Wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure.

I think they thought it was very arrogant of me to write the end of my seven books series when I didn't have a publisher and no-one had heard of me

Some wounds run too deep for the healing.

Whatever happens to your body, your soul will survive, untouched.

Humans have a knack for choosing precisely the things that are worst for them.

You said to us once before," said Hermione quietly, "that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We've had time, haven't we?

Yes, Harry, blessed as I am with extraordinary brainpower, I understood everything you told me. I think you might even consider the possibility that I understood more than you did.

I—I didn't think—" "That," said Professor McGonagall, "is obvious.

He might have crawled up into the airing cupboard and died, but I mustn't get my hopes up.

Bigotry is probably the thing I detest most.

Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears. "After all this time?" "Always," said Snape.

I don't believe in magic, either.

Our Headmaster is taking a short break," said Professor McGonagall, pointing at the Snape-shaped hole in the window.