Quotes by J.K. Rowling

It was as though they had been plunged into a fabulous dream. This, thought Harry, was surely the only way to travel — past swirls and turrets of snowy cloud, in a car full of hot, bright sunlight, with a fat pack of toffees in the glove compartment...

Rons ears turned bright red and he become engrossed in a tuft of grass at his feet, which he prodded with his toe he mustve known Id run out on you.No, Harry corrected him, He mustve known youd always want to come back

Personal happiness lies in knowing that life is not a checklist of acquisition. Your qualifications are not your life.

Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?Yes, said Harry.You called her a liar?Yes.You told her He Who Must Not Be Named is back?Yes.Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, frowning at Harry. Then she said, Have a biscuit, Potter-Have- what?

Directly above them, framed in the doorway from the Brain Room, stood Albus Dumbledore, his wand aloft, his face white and furious. Harry felt a kind of electric charge surge through every particle of his body - they were saved.

Aha! What villains are these, that trespass upon my private lands! Come to scorn at my fall, perchance? Draw, you knaves, you dogs!

I hate being poor.

There is a room in the Department of Mysteries, that is kept locked at all times. It contains a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible than death, than human intelligence, than forces of nature. It is also, perhaps, the most mysterious of the many subjects for study that reside there. It is the power held within that room that you possess in such quantities and which Voldemort has not at all. That power took you to save Sirius tonight. That power also saved you from possession by Voldemort, because he could not bear to reside in a body so full of the force he detests. In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you.

As far as informing the headmaster, Harry had no idea where Dumbledore went during the summer holidays. He amused himself for a moment, picturing Dumbledore, with his long silver beard, full-length wizards robes, and pointed hat, stretched out on a beach somewhere, rubbing suntan lotion onto his long crooked nose.

Facing this stuff, in real life is not like school, in school, if you make a mistake you can just try again tomorrow, but out there...when your a second away from being murdered or watching a friend die right before your eyes...you dont know what thats like.

But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. Because there are somethings you cant go through in life and become friends, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.

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

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 Hermiones faces. The scars on the back of right hand seemed to be tingling again.

They stuff people’s heads down the toilet the first day at Stonewall,” he told Harry. “Want to come upstairs and practice?”“No, thanks,” said Harry. “The poor toilet’s never had anything as horrible as your head down it — it might be sick.” Then he ran, before Dudley could work out what he’d said.

Never tickle a sleeping dragon.

He’s gone, Harry told himself. He’s gone. He had to keep thinking it as he washed and dressed, as though repetition would dull the shock of it. He’s gone and he’s not coming back. And that was the simple truth of it, Harry knew, because their protective enchantments meant that it would be impossible, once they vacated this spot, for Ron to find them again.

Play Quidditch at all?”“No,” Harry said again, wondering what on earth Quidditch cou

First think of the person who lives in disguise,Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies.Next, tell me whats always the last thing to mend,The middle of middle and the end of end?And finally give me the sound often heardDuring the search for a hard-to-find word.Now string them together, and answer me this,Which creature would you be unwilling to kiss?

Without cunning, there is no innovation. Without ambition, there is no accomplishment.

Rons eyebrows rose so high that they were in danger of disappearing into his hair.