“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
Places do not lose their identity, however far one travels. It is the heart that begins to erode over time. The face… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
Gods? Don't let that impress you. Anyone can be a god if they have enough worshippers. You don't even have to have… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
My parents were language teachers. They talked about teaching all the time and all their friends were teachers. It was considered a… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
I don't think I've ever had a mentor. The closest thing is my friend Christopher Fowler, another writer. Chris kept me sane… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
I first saw the island of Noirmoutier when I was two weeks old. I think it's probably safe to say that I… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
All those moments, those memories. Everything that we are, compressed in just two or three kilos of paper — the weight of… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
“There was a quote he could not quite remember, something about the past being an island surrounded by time. He had missed… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
“And Odin should have known from the first that perfect Order does not bend; it simply stands until it breaks, which is… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
The past is an obdurate stranger that puts as many marks on us as we attempt to impose on it. — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
Death should be a celebration. Like a birthday. I want to go up like a rocket when my time comes, and fall… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
Drunkeness, she told us in a rare moment of confidence, is a sin against the fruit, the tree, the wine itself. Wine,… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
As authors, we all expect criticism from time to time, and we all have our ways of coping with unfriendly reviews. — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
This isn't the first time the world has come to an end, and it won't be the last either. — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
I like autumn. The drama of it; the golden lion roaring through the back door of the year, shaking its mane of… — 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
