JK Rowling, formally Joanne "Jo" Rowling

JK
Rowling, formally Joanne "Jo" Rowling
1965

British Novelist, Author of the Harry Potter fantasy series

Author Quotes

What?s comin? will come, an? we?ll meet it when it does.

When people are very damaged, they can often meet the world with a kind of defiance.

Which came first, the phoenix or the flame? Hmm . . . What do you think, Harry? said Luna, looking thoughtful. What? Isn?t there just a password? Oh no, you?ve got to answer a question, said Luna. What if you get it wrong? Well, you have to wait for somebody who gets it right, said Luna. That way you learn, you see? Yeah . . . Trouble is, we can?t really afford to wait for anyone else, Luna. No, I see what you mean, said Luna seriously. Well then, I think the answer is that a circle has no beginning. Well reasoned, said the voice, and the door swung open.

Why would I go looking for someone I know wants to kill me?

What do you see when you look in the mirror?' 'I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks.' Harry stared. 'One can never have enough socks,' said Dumbledore. 'Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.

What?s that? said Ron, pointing at a large dish of some sort of shellfish stew that stood beside a large steak-and-kidney pudding. Bouillabaisse, said Hermione. Bless you, said Ron. It?s French, said Hermione.

When the Dark Lord takes over, is he going to care how many O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T.s anyone?s got? Of course he isn?t. . . . It?ll be all about the kind of service he received, the level of devotion he was shown.

Which only goes to show that the best of us must sometimes eat our words,' Dumbledore went on, smiling.

Why, dear boy, we don't send wizards to Azkaban just for blowing up their aunts.

What exactly is the function of a rubber duck?

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

When we come face-to-face with one down a dark alley, we're going to be having a shufti to see if it's solid, aren't we, we're not going to be asking, 'Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?

Which way did they go, Peeves? Filch was saying. Quick, tell me. Say 'please.' Don't mess with me, Peeves, now where did they go? Shan't say nothing if you don't say please, said Peeves in his annoying singsong voice. All right- PLEASE. NOTHING! Ha haaa! Told you I wouldn't say nothing if you didn't say please! Ha ha! Haaaaaa! And they heard the sound of Peeves whooshing away and Filch cursing in rage.

Wild! Ron said, twiddling the replay knob on the side. I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again... and again... and again...

What Fats wanted to recover was a kind of innocence, and the route he had chosen back to it was through all the things that were supposed to be bad for you, but which, paradoxically, seemed to Fats to be the one true way to authenticity; to a kind of purity. It was curious how often everything was back to front, the inverse of what they told you; Fats was starting to think that if you flipped every bit of received wisdom on its head you would have the truth. He wanted to journey through dark labyrinths and wrestle with the strangeness that lurked within; he wanted to crack open piety and expose hypocrisy; he wanted to break taboos and squeeze wisdom from their bloody hearts; he wanted to achieve a state of amoral grace, and be baptized backwards into ignorance and simplicity.

Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it.

When we were in Diagon Alley,' Harry began, but Mr. Weasley forstalled him with a grimace. Am I about to discover where you, Ron, and Hermione disappeared to while you were supposed to be in the back room of Fred and George's shop?' How did you...?' Harry, please. You're talking to the man who raised Fred and George.

Who do you know who's lost a buttock?

What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally the whole school knows.

What's coming will come and we'll just have to meet it when it does.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

Who was this women?' asked Harry. 'I dunno, some Ministry hag.' Mundungus considered for a moment, brow wrinkled. 'Little women. Bow on top of er' head.' He frowned and then added, 'Looked like a toad.' Harry dropped his wand. Harry looked up and saw his own shock reflected in Ron and Hermione's faces. The scars on the back of right hand seemed to be tingling again.

What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain.

What's most important in a friendship? Tolerance and loyalty.

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

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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