Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle.
The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.
The capacity for passion is both cruel and divine.
Happiness lies in the consciousness we have of it.
Life is a succession of afflictions for the heart.
Death is the last fact of which we can be certain.
There is no influence like the influence of habit.
Music is instant gratification in its purest form.
I am the only British writer who writes in Spanish
I have assiduously avoided calling my books novels
Love is love, whether it goes on two legs or four.
Miss Jean Louise, stand up. Your father's passin'.
Many receive advice, only the wise profit from it.
There's one fool at least in every married couple.
Every physician almost hath his favourite disease.
Woe to him who seeks to please rather than appall.
As a child, I perceived my mother as an old woman.
The common workshop goal is revision, not suicide.
A woman must be a genius to create a good husband.
There is nothing original; all is reflected light.
When we drink coffee, ideas march in like the army
Self-consciousness is the destroyer of erotic joy.
We overvalue the arts in relation to the sciences.
If the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons.
You sure you don’t want to kiss me good-bye, baby?
I make a bad mom, but I can pull off a crazy aunt.
The first magic wave kicked the world in the face.
The most original novelist now writing in English.
Sooner or later, everything turns into television.
A woman in love is a very poor judge of character.
There will always be a easy path and a right path.
Nothing like a nighttime stroll to give you ideas.
Failure means a stripping away of the inessential.
Every writer must have a chip of ice in his heart.
Writing and cafes are strongly linked in my brain.
Apparently wizards poke their noses in everywhere!
I think you're working and learning until you die.
Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.
The Hallows, the Hallows. A desperate man’s dream!
It was as if Snape had started handing out sweets.
Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?
Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son.
Knocking the shrieking goblins aside like skittles
You were perfect – perfect for me – and I love you
Writing is turning one's worst moments into money.
He never leaves my side. And I know he never will.
I clicked on a pop-up and got caught in a pornado.
Rest and be kind, you don't have to prove anything
It's all too much and not enough at the same time.
Tomorrow exists even though I may not exist in it.