Places do not lose their identity, however far one travels. It is the heart that begins to erode over time. The face in the hotel mirror seems blurred some mornings, as if by too many casual looks. By ten the… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
I have an English identity and a French identity. When I'm in France, I'm more outgoing. And the French part of me cooks, whereas the English part of me writes. — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
Everything comes home, my mother used to say; every word spoken, every shadow cast, every footprint in the sand. It can't be helped; it's… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
“For a moment something almost as rare as the sight that they had just witnessed occurred: Loki was totally lost for words.” — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
“There's no such thing as a trivial thing. Everything costs; it all adds up until finally the balance shifts and we're gone again, back… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
“Work. Like pain, I sensed that this was an experience I would want to avoid as often as possible.” — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
And so Nat stood up and joined the group, and followed, and watched, and awaited his chance as the light of Chaos lit the… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
I could do with a bit more excess. From now on I'm going to be immoderate--and volatile--I shall enjoy loud music and lurid poetry.… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
“Better a king in the gutter,' he said, 'than a slave in an emperor's place” — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
I was convinced I'd hate Twitter - but I've come to like it very much. I use it mostly to keep in touch with… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
