J. K. Rowling

Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him.

Love is the strongest power there is.

You have to kill a lot of trees before you write anything good.

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

You could be great, you know, it’s all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that.

There you go, Harry!” Ron shouted over the noise. “You weren’t being thick after all — you were showing moral fiber!

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best laid plans.

Oh please," said Zacharias Smith, rolling his eyes and folding his arms. "I don't think Expelliarmus is exactly going to help us against You-Know-Who, do you?" "I've used it against him," Harry said quietly. "It saved my life last June.

You fail by default when you live so cautiously you never fail.

Never tickle a sleeping dragon.

Every hour that passed added to her grief, because it bore her further away from the living man, and because it was a tiny foretaste of the eternity she would have to spend without him.

The ones that love us never really leave us.

To Harry Potter — the boy who lived!

I love inventing names, but I also collect unusual names, so that I can look through my notebook and choose one that suits a new character.

The moment I said I'd finished a book, I knew what would happen. There would be a bidding war, and I would end up with someone who'd got the fattest wallet, who had bought it because I'd written Harry Potter. That would have been why.

And all along the corridor the statues and suits of armor jumped down from their plinths, and from the echoing crashes from the floors above and below, Harry knew that their fellows throughout the castle had done the same.

Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have.

It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.

Remus Lupin was supposed to be on the H.I.V. metaphor. It was someone who had been infected young, who suffered stigma, who had a fear of infecting others, who was terrified he would pass on his condition to his son. And it was a way of examining prejudice, unwarranted prejudice towards a group of people. And also, examining why people might become embittered when they're treated that unfairly.

We're all human, aren't we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.

Shh! Listen! Someone’s coming! I think — I think it might be us!