JK Rowling, formally Joanne "Jo" Rowling

JK
Rowling, formally Joanne "Jo" Rowling
1965

British Novelist, Author of the Harry Potter fantasy series

Author Quotes

You sort of start thinking anything?s possible if you?ve got enough nerve.

You'd better hope Creevey doesn't meet Ginny, they'll be starting a Harry Potter fan club.

You're a wizard, Harry.

You must accept the reality of other people. You think that reality is up for negotiation, that we think it's whatever you say it is. You must accept that we are as real as you are; you must accept that you are not God.

You think I'm a fool? demanded Harry. No, I think you're like James, said Lupin, who would have regarded it as the height of dishonor to mistrust his friends.

You'd better hurry up, they'll be waiting for 'the Chosen Captain' ? 'The Boy Who Scored'? whatever they call you these days.

You're just as sane as I am.

You mustn?t blame yourself for the way the boy?s turned out, Vernon. If there?s something rotten on the inside, there?s nothing anyone can do about it.

You think it - wise - to trust Hagrid with something as important as this? I would trust Hagrid with my life, said Dumbledore.

You'd think I walk around with my eyes shut, banging off the walls.

'You're saying it wrong,' Harry heard Hermione snap. 'It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the gar nice and long.'

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

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us?

You'd think people had better things to gossip about, said Ginny as she sat on the common room floor, leaning against Harry?s legs and reading the Daily Prophet. Three Dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it?s true you?ve got a Hippogriff tattooed across your chest. Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them. What did you tell her? I told her it's a Hungarian Horntail, said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. Much more macho. Thanks, said Harry, grinning. And what did you tell her Ron?s got? A Pygmy Puff, but I didn?t say where.

You're the cleverest witch of your age I've ever met, Hermione.

You never get it right, you people, do you? Either we've got Fudge, pretending everything's lovely while people get murdered right under his nose, or we've got you, chucking the wrong people into jail and trying to pretend you've got 'The Chosen One' working for you!

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you have need of him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night.

You'll stay with me?' Until the very end,' said James.

You're the one who is weak. You will never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.

You place too much importance, and you always have done, on the so-called purity of blood! You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!

You think you?re funny, she said coldly. But you?re just an arrogant, bullying toerag, Potter. Leave him alone. I will if you go out with me, Evans, said James quickly. Go on . . . Go out with me, and I?ll never lay a wand on old Snivelly again. I wouldn?t go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid, said Lily.

You'll write to me, won't you? Albus asked his parents immediately, capitalizing on the momentary absence of his brother. Every day, if you want us to, said Ginny. Not every day, said Albus quickly. James says most people only get letters from home about once a month. We wrote to James three times a week last year, said Ginny. And you don't want to believe everything he tells you about Hogwarts, Harry put in. He likes a laugh, your brother.

Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young . . . and I seem to have forgotten lately.

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?

You thought I would not weesh to marry him? Or per'aps you hoped? said Fleur, her nostrils flaring. What do I care how he looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave! And I shall do zat! she added fiercely, pushing Mrs. Weasley aside and snatching the ointment from her.

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JK
Last Name
Rowling, formally Joanne "Jo" Rowling
Birth Date
1965
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British Novelist, Author of the Harry Potter fantasy series