Joanne Harris Quotes

Their love was something which coloured the air between them like sunlight.

And so Nat stood up and joined the group, and followed, and watched, and awaited his chance as the light of Chaos lit the plain and gods and demons marched to war.

All those moments, those memories. Everything that we are, compressed in just two or three kilos of paper — the weight of a human heart.

A thing named is a thing tamed.

If you want something you can have it, but you have to do some work. It's the ethic my mother brought me up with.

Before you have children, you mostly think about the world in terms of yourself. And when you become a parent, the focus shifts to somebody else.

From a very young age my mother persuaded me that I could write for fun, but I had to have a proper job - very good advice.

I am not at all a chocoholic. I would rather eat anchovy toast.

I can write absolutely anywhere. All I need is a laptop.

I don't listen to music when I'm writing, but I often do when I'm reworking, editing or when I need to relax.

It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her.

I like literature that you respond to in some way. You laugh, you cry, you turn the light on - that's great, it's eliciting a response by proxy.

I think everybody has a secret life.

I'm incapable of hiding my feelings when I'm around someone I don't like.

A little tantrum in real life seems so much bigger online.

Change isn't always comfortable, but it is a fact of life.

A few hundred years ago there were no differences between magic and medicine.

This isn't the first time the world has come to an end, and it won't be the last either.

Somehow the anticipation of pain can be even more troubling, more a misery than the pain itself.

Anything that can be dreamed is true.

The right circumstances sometimes happen of their own accord, slyly, without fanfare, without warning. Layman's alchemy. . . . The magic of everyday things.

To be closed from everything, and yet to feel, to think...This is the truth of hell, stripped of its gaudy medievalisms. This loss of contact.

Garden work clears the mind.

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

I'm insatiably curious.

I think if you are an outsider then you are an outsider always.

I liked her better for showing a little spirit.

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

Anything based on ancient texts is difficult for a modern reader to get their head around.

I am fascinated by how people eat and what it reveals about them.

If you want to know what's important to a culture, learn their language.

The wind always brings us back to the same wall

Remember, it's the winners write the history books, and the losers get the leavings.

The great thing about books is that you can end with a question mark.

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

No point carrying useless ballast. It won't change a thing.

Your wolf is eating that man. I thought you should know.

Well, that's history for you, folks. Unfair, untrue and for the most part written by folk who weren't even there.

People grieve in different ways, some silently, some in anger, some in spite. Rarely does grief bring out the best in people, despite what local historians like to tell you.

A black cat crossed my path, and I stopped to dance around it widdershins and to sing the

The advantage of travel is that after a while you begin to realize that wherever you go, most people aren't really all that much different.

For a time, then, we stay. For a time. Till the changes.

But stories are worlds. New worlds for us to visit. In stories, we live forever.

It's never too late to come home, " he said, and pulled me gently, insistently toward him."All you have to do...is stop moving away.

I dreamt that I was old. And you – you were beside me.Forever young – in your hand, a cup of stars.

I don’t pretend to know much about love, but that’s how great love comes to an end, not in the flames of passion, but in the silence of regret.

Old habits never die. And when you've once been in the business of granting wishes, the impulse never quite leaves you

The dead know everything, but don't give a damn.

Don't worry so much about 'not supposed to'.

Knowledge is currency here....