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 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.

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.

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First Name
JK
Last Name
Rowling, formally Joanne "Jo" Rowling
Birth Date
1965
Bio

British Novelist, Author of the Harry Potter fantasy series