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Trust me," he said. "I know what I'm doing... or at least" -- he strolled confidently to the door -- "Felix does.
Joanne Rowling
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Hogwarts was the first and best home he had known. He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here.
Joanne Rowling
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Sirius looked slightly disconcerted for a moment, then said, "I'll look for him later, I expect I'll find him upstairs crying his eyes out over my mother's old bloomers or something... Of course, he might have crawled into the airing cupboard and died... But I mustn't get my hopes up.
Joanne Rowling
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You could tie my hands to my sides, I suppose, but I have to write. For my own mental health, I need to write.
Joanne Rowling
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To the Dark Lord, I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. R.A.B
Joanne Rowling
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I have to write the story I want to write. I never wrote them with a focus group of 8-year-olds in mind. I have to continue telling the story the way I want to tell it.
Joanne Rowling
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Krystal’s slow passage up the school had resembled the passage of a goat through the body of a boa constrictor, being highly visible and uncomfortable for both parties concerned.
Joanne Rowling
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Think your little jokes'll help you on your deathbed?" she jeered. "Jokes? No,no, these are manners," replied Dumbledore.
Joanne Rowling
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I must admit, Peter, I have difficulty in understanding why an innocent man would want to spend twelve years as a rat.
Joanne Rowling
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The hook-nosed teacher looked past Quirrell’s turban straight into Harry’s eyes — and a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Harry’s forehead.
Joanne Rowling
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Print will never die. There's no substitute for the feel of an actual book. I adore physically turning pages, and being able to underline passages and not worrying about dropping them in the bath or running out of power. I also find print books objects of beauty.
Joanne Rowling
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Why don't you confer with Mr. Finnigan? As I recall, he has a particular proclivity for pyrotechnics.
Joanne Rowling
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I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry.
Joanne Rowling
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It's our choices, more than anything, that show who we really are.
Joanne Rowling
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Never try to understand the students. They hate it. They would much rather be tragically misunderstood, wallow in self-pity, stew in their own —” “That’s enough, Phineas,” said Dumbledore.
Joanne Rowling
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Because - oh shut up laughing, you two - because they've just been turned down by girls they asked to the ball!
Joanne Rowling
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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.
Joanne Rowling
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How d’you spell ‘belligerent’?” said Ron, shaking his quill very hard while staring at his parchment. “It can’t be B — U — M —” “No, it isn’t,” said Hermione. “And ‘augury’ doesn’t begin O — R — G either.
Joanne Rowling
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Read a lot. Reading really helps. Read anything you can get your hands on.
Joanne Rowling
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Wherever I am, if I've got a book with me, I have a place I can go and be happy.
Joanne Rowling
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Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Joanne Rowling
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I imagine them very clearly and then attempt to describe what I can see. Sometimes I draw them for my own amusement! (talking about her characters and scenes)
Joanne Rowling
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I will defend the importance of bedtime stories to my last gasp.
Joanne Rowling
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He might have been encased in a thick glass bubble, so separate did he feel from his three dining companions. It was a sensation with which he was only too familiar, that of walking in a giant sphere of worry, enclosed by it, watching his own terrors roll by, obscuring the outside world.
Joanne Rowling
