JK Rowling, formally Joanne "Jo" Rowling

JK
Rowling, formally Joanne "Jo" Rowling
1965

British Novelist, Author of the Harry Potter fantasy series

Author Quotes

Yes, alive, said Fudge. That is ? I don?t know ? is a man alive if he can?t be killed? I don?t really understand it, and Dumbledore won?t explain properly ? but anyway, he?s certainly got a body and is walking and talking and killing, so I suppose, for the purposes of our discussion, yes, he?s alive.

You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. . . I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death ? if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.

'You do it, then, if you're so clever,' Ron snarled.

You haven't got a letter on yours, George observed. I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid ? we know we're called Gred and Forge.

What are you doing with all those books anyway? Ron asked. Just trying to decide which ones to take with us, said Hermione. When we're looking for the Horcruxes. Oh, of course, said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.

What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.

When I was quite young my parents never said books were off limits.

Where's the fun without a bit of risk?

Why do they have to move in packs? Harry asked Ron as a dozen or so girls walked past them, sniggering and staring at Harry. How're you supposed to get one on their own to ask them? Lasso one? Ron suggested.

What can you see in mine? A load of soggy brown stuff, said Harry.

What would come, would come...and you would have to meet it, when it did.

When in doubt, go to the library.

Wherever Harry went inside the tiny cottage or its garden, he could hear the constant ebb and flow of the sea, like the breathing of some great, slumbering creature.

Why had he never appreciated the miracle that he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart?

What do I care how 'e looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!

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.

When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country.

Wherever I am, if I've got a good book with me, I have a place I can go and be happy.

Why was she always so craven, so apologetic? He had always seen Ruth as separate, good and untainted. As a child, his parents had appeared to him as starkly black and white, the one bad and frightening, the other good and kind. Yet as he had grown older, he kept coming up hard in his mind against Ruth's willing blindness, to her constant apologia for his father, to the unshakeable allegiance to her false idol.

What do they think they?re doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school? said Ron finally. If any dog needs exercise, that one does.

What you fear most of all is ? fear.

When one wizard saves another wizard?s life, it creates a certain bond between them ? and I?m much mistaken if Voldemort wants his servant in the debt of Harry Potter. I don?t want a connection with Pettigrew! said Harry. He betrayed my parents! This is magic at its deepest, its most impenetrable, Harry. But trust me ? the time may come when you will be very glad you saved Pettigrew?s life.

Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.

Why were you lurking under our window? Yes - yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our windows, boy? Listening to the news, said Harry in a resigned voice. His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage. Listening to the news! Again? Well, it changes every day, you see, said Harry.

What do we want to be prefects for? said George, looking revolted at the very idea. It?d take all the fun out of life.

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