J. K. Rowling
J. K. Rowling
Joanne "Jo" Rowling, OBE, FRSL, pen names J. K. Rowling and Robert Galbraith, is a British novelist, screenwriter and film producer best known as the author of the Harry Potter fantasy series. The books have gained worldwide attention, won multiple awards, and sold more than 400 million copies. They have become the best-selling book series in history and been the basis for a series of films which is the second highest-grossing film series in history. Rowling had overall approval on the...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth31 July 1965
CityYate, England
She can't keep writing about what a tragic little hero I am, it'll get boring.
I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry.
Dumbledore would have been happier than anybody to think that there was a little more love in the world.
Jealous?...Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself.
He felt his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. How strange that in his dread of death, it pumped all the harder, valiantly keeping him alive. But it would have to stop, and soon. Its beats were numbered. How many would there be time for, as he rose and walked through the castle for the last time, out into the grounds and into the forest?
I scared Stephen King.
Nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts.
Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something.
There are plenty of eyewitness accounts, just because you're so narrow-minded you need to have everything shoved under your nose before you-
I hope there's pudding!
Get up, you useless lump, get up!
These girls... they're going to kill me, Harry.
Kill me then,' panted Harry, who felt no fear at all, but only rage and contempt. 'Kill me like you killed him, you coward-' DON'T-' screamed Snape, and his face was suddenly demented, inhuman, as though he was in as much pain as the yelping, howling dog stuck in the house behind them- 'CALL ME A COWARD!
Yeah, we’ll call you,” muttered Ron as the knight disappeared, “If we ever need someone mental.