J. K. Rowling, Quotes

She's as nutty as squirrel poo.

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

The truth is always easier than a lie or an evasion - easier to deal with and easier to live with.

I find that discussing an idea out loud is often the way to kill it stone dead.

I never know," Harry called to Hagrid over the noise of the cart, "What's the difference between a stalagmite and a stalactite?" "Stalagmite's got an 'm' in it," said Hagrid.

Bigotry is probably the thing I detest most.

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

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

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.

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?

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

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

Some wounds run too deep for the healing.

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

Wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure.

Imagination is the power that enables us to empathize with humans whose experiences we have never shared.

I don't believe in magic.

From now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell 'Die, Ron, Die,' I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong.

Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress?

Every writer must have a chip of ice in his heart.

You need your Inner Eye tested, if you ask me.

Well, usually when a person shakes their head," said McGonagall coldly, "they mean 'no.' So unless Miss Edgecombe is using a form of sign language as yet unknown to humans.

You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts...but you cannot deny he's got style.

Some readers and commentators really want to scrape your insides out to make sense of your work. Others say, there's the work, it speaks for itself. Personally, I fall somewhere in the middle.

You are omniscient as ever, Dumbledore." "Oh, no, merely friendly with the local barmen.

I don't think there's any harm at all in allowing a kid to fantasize. In fact, I think to stop people from fantasizing is a very destructive thing indeed.

I've been writing my entire life, and I'll always write.

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he's really divine, The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.

I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I'm not there.

Whatever money you might have, self-worth really lies in finding out what you do best.

Only the difference between truth and lies, courage and cowardice.

I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper on death.

I dreamed I was buying new shoes last night," said Ron. "What d'ya think that's gonna mean?" "Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something," said Harry.

What would your head have been doing in Hogsmeade, Potter?" said Snape softly. "Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade.

I know [Umbridge] by reputation and I'm sure she's no Death Eater-" "She's foul enough to be one..." "Yes, but the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters.

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

When you have that last piece of the jigsaw, everything will, I hope, be clear..." -Albus Dumbledore

Hermione turned and beamed at Harry; her eyes, too, were full of tears. ‘…then I declare you bonded for life.

And Death spoke to them —’” “Sorry,” interjected Harry, “but Death spoke to them?” “It’s a fairy tale, Harry!” “Right, sorry. Go on.

There,” she said softly. “Now he could be sleeping.

NO!” The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.

Every now and then I read a poem that does touch something in me, but I never turn to poetry for solace or pleasure in the way that I throw myself into prose.

According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scars than almost anything else.

I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost . . . but still, I was alive.

The spells are made up. I have met people who assure me, very seriously, that they are trying to do them, and I can assure them, just as seriously, that they don’t work.

I make mistakes like the next man. In fact, being--forgive me--rather cleverer than most men, my mistakes tend to be correspondingly huger.

By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many.

Killing rips the soul apart.

It is my baby and if I want to bring it out to play again, I will.

Dumbledore raised his finger for silence, a silence which fell as though he had struck Uncle Vernon dumb.