Joanne Harris

Everything comes home, my mother used to say; every word spoken, every shadow cast, every footprint in the sand. It can't be…

— Joanne Harris

“For a moment something almost as rare as the sight that they had just witnessed occurred: Loki was totally lost for words.”

— Joanne Harris

“There's no such thing as a trivial thing. Everything costs; it all adds up until finally the balance shifts and we're gone…

— Joanne Harris

“Work. Like pain, I sensed that this was an experience I would want to avoid as often as possible.”

— Joanne Harris

And so Nat stood up and joined the group, and followed, and watched, and awaited his chance as the light of Chaos…

— Joanne Harris

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…

— Joanne Harris

“Better a king in the gutter,' he said, 'than a slave in an emperor's place”

— Joanne Harris

I was convinced I'd hate Twitter - but I've come to like it very much. I use it mostly to keep in…

— Joanne Harris

“Sometimes walking away is best. I should know. It's my specialty.”

— Joanne Harris

I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have…

— Joanne Harris

“Knowledge is currency here....”

— Joanne Harris

I carried recipes in my head like maps.

— Joanne Harris

One of the things that writing has taught me is that fiction has a life of its own. Fictional places are sometimes…

— Joanne Harris

“«Cominci a scappare e sarai in fuga per sempre»”

— Joanne Harris

“No one looks at us. We might as well be invisible; or clothing marks us as strangers, transients. They are polite, so…

— Joanne Harris

From a very young age my mother persuaded me that I could write for fun, but I had to have a proper…

— Joanne Harris

“I've never viewed you as an enemy, more an adversary...”

— Joanne Harris

“And yet I could still hear them. As if some part of their essence had evaporated into the air, become a part…

— Joanne Harris

Some things can be both real and imaginary at the same time, . . . some lies can be true, . . . broken faith may be restored.

— Joanne Harris

“Sticks and stones may break my bones’, as they say in the Middle Worlds, but with the right words you can build…

— Joanne Harris

Sheep are not the docile, pleasant creatures of the pastoral idyll. Any countryman will tell you that. They are sly, occasionally vicious,…

— Joanne Harris

What is a writer of fiction but a liar with a licence?

— Joanne Harris

“Fiction is a tower of glass built from a million tiny truths, grains of sand fused together to make a single, gleaming…

— Joanne Harris

The process of writing is a little like madness, a kind of possession not altogether benign.

— Joanne Harris

“I believe that being happy is the only important thing. Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or torturous as the heart.…

— Joanne Harris