And it’s Johnson, Johnson with the Baffle, what a player that girl is, I’ve been saying it for years, but she still won’t go out with me —''JORDAN!' yelled Professor McGonagall.' Just a fun fact, Professor, adds a bit of interest —

— J.K. Rowling

And many prefer not to exercise their imaginations at all. They choose to remain comfortably within the bounds of their own experience, never troubling to wonder how it would feel to have been born other than they are. They can refuse to hear screams or to peer inside cages; they can close their minds and hearts to any suffering that does not touch them personally; they can refuse to know.

— J.K. Rowling

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off? Or pretending? He let them fall.

— J.K. Rowling

And then a silver hare, a boar, and a fox soared past Harry, Ron, and Hermione's heads: The detectors fell back before the creatures' approach. Three more people had arrived out of the darkness to stand beside them, their wands outstretched, continuing to cast their Patron uses: Luna, Ernie, and Seamus." That's right," said Luna encouragingly, as if they were back in the Room of Requirement and this was simply spell practice for the D.A. "That's right, Harry... come on, think of something happy..."" Something happy?" he said, his voice cracked." We're all still here," she whispered, "we're still fighting. Come on, now..." There was a silver spark, then a wavering light, and then, with the greatest effort it had ever cost him, the stag burst from the end of Harry's wand.

— J.K. Rowling

And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.

— J.K. Rowling

An explanation of an old man’s mistakes. For I see now that what I have done, and not done, with regard to you, bears all hallmarks of the failings of age. Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they what it was to be young… and I seem to have forgotten lately…

— J.K. Rowling

An extraordinary lightness seemed to spread through his whole body and the next second, in a rush of wings, they were flying upward through the pipe. Harry could hear Lockhart dangling bellow him, saying, "Amazing! Amazing! This is just like magic!

— J.K. Rowling

An intense cold swept over them all. Harry felt his own breath catch in his chest. The cold went deeper than his skin. It was inside his chest, it was inside his very heart. . . . Harry’s eyes rolled up into his head. He couldn’t see. He was drowning in cold. There was a rushing in his ears as though of water. He was being dragged downward, the roaring growing louder. . . And then, from far away, he heard screaming, terrible, terrified, pleading screams. He wanted to help whoever it was, he tried to move his arms, but couldn’t. . . A thick white fog was swirling around him, inside him —

— J.K. Rowling

An Unbreakable Vow?" said Ron, looking stunned. "Nah, he can’t have.... Are you sure?"" Yes I’m sure," said Harry. "Why, what does it mean?"" Well, you can’t break an Unbreakable Vow..."" I’d worked that much out for myself, funnily enough.

— J.K. Rowling

Anyone can speak Troll. All you have to do is point and grunt.

— J.K. Rowling