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Amazing, how much more difficult it was to extend his arm twelve inches and touch her hand than it was to snatch a speeding Snitch from midair.
Joanne Rowling
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Murder, like talent, seems occasionally to run in families. GEORGE HENRY LEWES, The Physiology of Common Life Killing is not nearly as easy as the innocent believe.
Joanne Rowling
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I think you're working and learning until you die.
Joanne Rowling
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Seventeen, eh!" said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred. "Six years to the day we met, Harry, d’yeh remember it?" "Vaguely," said Harry, grinning up at him. "Didn’t you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pig’s tail, and tell me I was a wizard?" "I forge’ the details," Hagrid chortled.
Joanne Rowling
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The most important thing is to read as much as you can, like I did. It will give you an understanding of what makes good writing and it will enlarge your vocabulary.
Joanne Rowling
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I loved writing for kids, I loved talking to children about what I'd written, I don't want to leave that behind.
Joanne Rowling
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I think I'll just go down and have some pudding and wait for it all to turn up - it always does in the end.
Joanne Rowling
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Get up, you useless lump, get up!
Joanne Rowling
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Hello, Minister!" bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. "Did I mention I'm resigning?
Joanne Rowling
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Break not an ancient friendship; keep it hale; Stir round its roots, that it be green of heart; Let not the spirit of its growth depart: It is a power to brave the strongest gale.
Joanne Rowling
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I've been writing my entire life, and I'll always write.
Joanne Rowling
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Personally, I'd have welcomed a dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely.
Joanne Rowling
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Death obsesses me, yes it does. I can't really understand why it doesn't obsess everyone - I think it does really, I'm just a little more out about it.
Joanne Rowling
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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 wizard's robes, and pointed hat, stretched out on a beach somewhere, rubbing suntan lotion onto his long crooked nose.
Joanne Rowling
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Depression is the most unpleasant thing I have ever experienced. … It is that absence of being able to envisage that you will ever be cheerful again. The absence of hope. That very deadened feeling, which is so very different from feeling sad. Sad hurts but it's a healthy feeling. It's a necessary thing to feel. Depression is very different.
Joanne Rowling
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'Harry Potter' gave me back self respect. Harry gave me a job to do that I loved more than anything else.
Joanne Rowling
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You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” He held out his hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it. “I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” he said coolly.
Joanne Rowling
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How horrible. Voldemort was nowhere near as bad.
Joanne Rowling
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Fawkes is a phoenix, Harry. Phoenixes burst into flame when it is time for them to die and are reborn from the ashes.
Joanne Rowling
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And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.
Joanne Rowling
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I'm not going to be murdered," Harry said out loud. "That's the spirit, dear," said his mirror sleepily.
Joanne Rowling
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My favorite literary heroine is Jo March. It is hard to overstate what she meant to a small, plain girl called Jo, who had a hot temper and a burning ambition to be a writer.
Joanne Rowling
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No, thanks," said Harry. "The 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.
Joanne Rowling
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'Tell me one last thing,' said Harry. 'Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?' Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry's ears even though the bright mist was descending again, obscuring his figure. 'Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean it is not real?'
Joanne Rowling
