Joanne Rowling – Book quotes.
Joanne Kathleen Rowling is a modern English writer, who became famous for series of books about the boy wizard Harry Potter.The winner of the Hugo Literary Award, a member of the Legion of Honor and one of the most prosperous writers in the world today. The first author’s book, “Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone” was written in 1997. Since then, Rowling has released six more books about the adventures and escapades of Harry Potter and his friends. All seven books of the series became the most successful picturizations of the last decades. J. K. Rowling has created a new story, a new world of magic for children of the 21st century, she has created a new kind of fairytale where everyone can be a wizard. Rowling is the author adored not only by children, but also by adults. This is evidenced not just by the popularity of the Harry Potter series, but also the fact that J.K. Rowling became the first woman writer, made her first million only by publishing her novels.
Rowling’s first book for adults “The Casual Vacancy” was introduces and published in 2012.
“If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”
“It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”
“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”
“It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.”
“It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default.”
“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”
“To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.”
“It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.”
“Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love.”
“Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
“After all this time?”
“Always,” said Snape.”
“Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.”
“The truth.” Dumbledore sighed. “It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.”
“Do you remember me telling you we are practicing non-verbal spells, Potter?”
“Yes,” said Harry stiffly.
“There’s no need to call me “sir” Professor.”
The words had escaped him before he knew what he was saying.”
“Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have.”
“Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.”
“We’re all human, aren’t we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.”
“Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.”
“He can run faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo.”
“Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people’s business.
Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.
Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.
Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.”
“We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.”
“Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.”
“Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?”
“You called her a liar?”
“You told her He Who Must Not Be Named is back?”
“Have a biscuit, Potter.”
“Death’s got an Invisibility Cloak?” Harry interrupted again.
“So he can sneak up on people,” said Ron. “Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking…”
“You’re a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That’s everyone in the family!”
“What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?”
“I DON’T CARE!” Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!”
“You do care,” said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”
“It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.”
“Not my daughter, you bitch!”
“Percy wouldn’t notice a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing one of Dobby’s hats.”
“You haven’t got a letter on yours,” George observed. “I suppose she thinks you don’t forget your name. But we’re not stupid-we know we’re called Gred and Forge.”
“Books are like mirrors: if a fool looks in, you cannot expect a genius to look out.”
“You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts…but you cannot deny he’s got style…”
“Don’t talk to me.”
“Because I want to fix that in my memory for ever. Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret…”
“Why are they all staring?” demanded Albus as he and Rose craned around to look at the other students.
“Don’t let it worry you,” said Ron. “It’s me. I’m extremely famous.”
“We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all the power we need inside ourselves already.”
“He must have known I’d want to leave you.”
“No, he must have known you would always want to come back.”
“Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.”
“Cinderella? Snow White? What’s that? An illness?”
“Albus Severus,” Harry said quietly, so that nobody but Ginny could hear, and she was tactful enough to pretend to be waving to Rose, who was now on the train, “you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew.”
“Holey? You have the the whole world of ear-related humor before you, you go for holey?”
“Dumbledore says people find it far easier to forgive others for being wrong than being right.”
“How do you feel, Georgie?” whispered Mrs. Weasley.
George’s fingers groped for the side of his head.
“Saintlike,” he murmured.
“What’s wrong with him?” croaked Fred, looking terrified. “Is his mind affected?”
“Saintlike,” repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. “You see…I’m HOLEY, Fred, geddit?”
“Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.”
“There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
“Is this the moment?” Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. “OI! There’s a war going on here!”
Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.
“I know, mate,” said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, “so it’s now or never, isn’t it?”
“Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?” Harry shouted. “D’you think you could just — just hold it in, until we’ve got the diadem?”
“Yeah — right — sorry —” said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.”
“Now, you two – this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you’ve – you’ve blown up a toilet or –”
“Blown up a toilet? We’ve never blown up a toilet.”
“Great idea though, thanks, Mum.”
“I don’t believe in the kind of magic in my books. But I do believe something very magical can happen when you read a good book.”
“Oh well… I’d just been thinking, if you had died, you’d have been welcome to share my toilet.”
“Is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me.”
“Yeah, Quirrell was a great teacher. There was just that minor drawback of him having Lord Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head!”
“You’ll stay with me?’
Until the very end,’ said James.”
“The thing about growing up with Fred and George,” said Ginny thoughtfully, “is that you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.”
“It is my belief… that the truth is generally preferable to lies.”
“It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew – and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents – that there was all the difference in the world.”
“He was my mum and dad’s best friend. He’s a convicted murderer, but he’s broken out of wizard prison and he’s on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though…keep up with my news…check if I’m happy…”
“Why were you lurking under our window?”
“Yes – yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our windows, boy?”
“Listening to the news,” said Harry in a resigned voice.
His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage.
“Listening to the news! Again?”
“Well, it changes every day, you see,” said Harry.”
“Of all the trees we could’ve hit, we had to get one that hits back.”
“Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.”
“One can never have enough socks,” said Dumbledore. “Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.”
“Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.”
“Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!”