Quotes by J.K. Rowling

Hermione: You! You foul loathsome evil little cockroach!

Ron: [mimicking Hermione] Its Levi-OOOOH-sa not LevioSAR. Shes a nightmare, honestly. Its no wonder she hasnt got any friends!

Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours time by Mrs. Dursleys scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley...He couldnt know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!

I know [Umbridge] by reputation and Im sure shes no Death Eater-Shes foul enough to be one...Yes, but the world isnt split into good people and Death Eaters.

It was important, Dumbledore said, to fight, and fight again, and keep fighting, for only then could evil be kept at bay, though never quite eradicated. . . .

Potter is mocked by a faculty member for the idea that there is evil in the world from which even children need to learn to defend themselves by the actual practice of doing so rather than familiarity with theory.

Snape looked horrified. You have kept him alive so that he can die at the right moment?Dont look shocked, Severus. How many men and women have you watched die?Lately, only those whom I could not save, said Snape.

From this point forth, we shall be leaving the firm foundation of fact and journeying together through the murky marshes of memory into thickets of wildest guesswork.

Hedwig didnt return until the end of the Easter holidays. Percys letter was enclosed in a package of Easter eggs that Mrs. Weasley had sent. Both Harrys and Rons were the size of dragon eggs, and full of home-made toffee. Hermiones, however, was smaller than a chickens egg. Her face fell when she saw it.Your mum doesnt read Witchs Weekly, by any chance, does she, Ron? she asked quietly.Yeah, said Ron, whose mouth was full of toffee. Gets it for the recipes.Hermione looked sadly at her tiny egg.

If his surroundings could have reflected the feelings inside him, the pictures would have been screaming in pain.

His hand closed automatically around the fake Horcrux, but in spite of everything, in spite of the dark and twisting path he saw stretching ahead for himself, in spite of the final meeting with Voldemort he knew must come, whether in a month, in a year, or in ten, he felt his heart lift at the thought that there was still one last golden day of peace left to enjoy with Ron and Hermione.

Neville kicked aside the broken fragments of his own wand as they walked slowly toward the door. My grans going do kill be, said Neville thickly, blood spattering from his nose as he spoke, dat was by dads old wand...

Its just hard, Harry said finally, in a low voice, to realize he wont write me again

Working hard is important, but theres something that matters even more. Believing in yourself. Think of it this way: Every great wizard in history has started out as nothing more than we are now. Students. If they can do it, why not us?

Not my daughter, you bitch!

I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.

Scrimgeour: Its time you learned some respect! Harry: Its time you earned it.

Ron seems to be enjoying the celebrations.” said Hermione. “Don’t pretend you didn’t see him. He wasn’t exactly hiding it, was — ?”The door behind them burst open. To Harry’s horror, Ron came in, laughing, pulling Lavender by the hand. “Oh,” he said, drawing up short at the sight of Harry and Hermione.“Oops!” said Lavender, and she backed out of the room, giggling.There was a horrible, swelling, billowing silence. Hermione was staring at Ron, who refused to look at her. She walked very slowly and erectly toward the door. Harry glanced at Ron, who was looking relieved that nothing worse had hap

I—I didnt think—That, said Professor McGonagall, is obvious.