... Perhaps Those Who Are Best Suited

You Don’t Understand — There Are Things Worth Dying For!

Yeah, Size Is No Guarantee Of Power,” Said George. “look At Ginny.” “what D’you Mean?” Said Harry. “you’ve Never Been On The Receiving End Of One Of Her Bat-bogey Hexes, Have You?

Every Writer Must Have A Chip Of Ice In His Heart.

The Opportunity Was Too Perfect To Miss. Harry Crept Silently Around Behind Malfoy, Crabbe, And Goyle, Bent Down, And Scooped A Large Handful Of Mud Out Of The Path. 'we Were Just Talking About Your Friend Hagrid,' Malfoy Said To Ron. 'just Trying To Imagine What He's Saying To The Committee For The Disposal Of Dangerous Creatures. D'you Think He'll Cry When They Cut Off His Hippogriff's—' Splat. Malfoy's Head Jerked Back As The Mud Hit Him; His Silverblond Hair Was Suddenly Dripping In Muck.

I Didn't Write With A Target Audience In Mind. What Excited Me Was How Much I Would Enjoy Writing About Harry. I Never Thought About Writing For Children - Children's Books Chose Me. I Think If It Is A Good Book Anyone Will Read It.