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
Never be ashamed! There's some who'll hold it against you, but they're not worth bothering with.
'You all righ'?' he said gruffly. 'Yeah,' said Harry. 'No, yeh're not,' said Hagrid. 'Of course yeh're not. But yeh will be.'
Killed?" said Hagrid loudly, staring down at Harry. "Snape killed? What're yeh on abou', Harry?" "Dumbledore," said Harry. "Snape killed... Dumbledore.
Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down.
Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh", said Hagrid. “Harry — yer a wizard.
Hagrid looked down at his umbrella and scratched his beard. 'Shouldn'ta lost me temper,' he said ruefully, 'but it didn't work anyway. Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he was so much like a pig anyway there wasn't much left ter do.
Worst that can happen is Hagrid’ll have to get rid of the skrewts. Sorry ... did I say worst? I meant best.
I never know," Harry called to Hagrid over the noise of the cart, "What's the difference between a stalagmite and a stalactite?" "Stalagmite's got an 'm' in it," said Hagrid.
What’s comin’ will come, an’ we’ll meet it when it does.
Hagrid. You live in a wooden house!
We've been improving it. The badge now read Bighead Boy.
It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
I write every day, on some days 10 or eleven hours, but sometimes only three hours, it depends if I got enough ideas.
...someone might slip dragon dung in it again eh, Perce?" said Fred. "That was a sample of fertiliser from Norway!" said Percy, going very red in the face, "It was nothing personal!" "It was," Fred whispered to Harry, as they got up from the table. "We sent it.