J. K. Rowling Quotes

If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?

Not only do I not know what's going on, I wouldn't know what to do about it if I did.

My secret for success? I don't know what the hell success means.

Pressure is something you feel when you don't know what the hell you're doing.

I was playing garbage minutes the first two to three weeks. There was definitely a little bit of 'what's going on?' in my prayers.

I have no idea what I'm doin'. I've never seen me.

Sometimes I don't understand why I'm sitting here.

I ran rather than walked, anxious to lose my way. All I wanted was to be unsure.

I don't know. I don't know at all. And that's what's frightening the life out of me. To have no idea.

I don't even have a clue as to where to find a pregnancy test. I'm looking at all the aisles... they don't have one that says 'oops.

I was in a maze. No matter which way I turned, it was the wrong way.

Dude, are my eyes seeing what my brain is telling my eyes that they're seeing?

What am I supposed to do here? What am I supposed to think?

I feel like I am involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a dealer who won't tell me the rules, and who smiles all the time.

Charlie Brown: "Life is just too much for me... I've been confused right from the day I was born... I think the whole trouble is that we're thrown into life too fast... We're not really prepared..." Linus: "What did you want... A chance to warm up first?"

To watch a football game is to be in a prolonged neurotic doubt as to what you're seeing. It's more like an emergency happening at a distance than a game. I don't wonder the spectators take to drink.

Sure,” she said, and hugged the laptop bag closer. “What could go wrong?” Michael’s eyes flashed to meet hers in the rearview mirror. Besides everything, I mean,” she said.

Every single day I wake up in the morning, and I wonder if this is some kind of amazing dream that's gonna end all of a sudden. And, you know, I'm gonna wake up and be somewhere else.

I don't know what the f--k I'm talking about with parenting.

What am I doing here?

Obviously I was either onto something, or on something.

Like most writers I spend a lot of my time sort of thinking, "It's such agony, I can't do it."

My brief flash of relief and confidence melted away. Good thing it did, too. I'm sure the world would come to an end if I were allowed to feel a sense of relief and well-being for any length of time.

All this hoping for something- or someone- that's maybe hopeless. I'm having a hard time processing what I am supposed to believe, or if I'm even supposed to. There is too much information, and I don't like a lot of it.

"I'm sorry," she said humbly. "I haven't wanted to lie to you." "I should hope so. You're the worst liar I've ever met." He thought about it for a moment, then added, " - or the best. Now I'm all confused.