Occupation: Novelist Birth: July 31, 1965
I really don't believe in magic..
Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provok….
There you go, Harry!” Ron shouted over the noise. “You weren’t being thick after all — you were showing moral fiber!.
Books are like mirrors: if a fool looks in, you cannot expect a genius to look out..
He was about to go home, about to return to the place where he had had a family. It was in Godric’s Hollow that, but for Voldemort, he would have gro….
No man or woman alive, magical or not, has ever escaped some form of injury, whether physical, mental, or emotional. To hurt is as human as to breath….
To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever..
Time is making fools of us again..
Time is Galleons, little brother..
If you love something - and there are things that I love - you do want more and more and more of it, but that's not the way to produce good work..
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….
Would it hurt to die?.
On and on they flew, over the countryside parceled out in patches of green and brown, over roads and rivers winding through the landscapes like strip….
Scrimgeour: "It's time you learned some respect!" Harry: "It's time you earned it..
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it..
There's a time and a place for getting a smart mouth..
And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off? Or pretending? ….
Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb..
Do you know what I think, Potter?' said Snape, very quietly. "I think that you are a liar and a cheat and that you deserve detention with me every Sa….
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. ….
The realization of what would happen next settled gradually over Harry in the long minutes, like softly falling snow. "I've got to go back, haven't I….