Joanne Harris Quotes - Page 2

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

Sheep are not the docile, pleasant creatures of the pastoral idyll. Any countryman will tell you that. They are sly, occasionally vicious, pathologically stupid. The lenient shepherd may find his flock unruly, definant. I cannot afford to be lenient.

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

It isn't just a village. The houses aren't just places to live. Everything belongs to everybody. Everyone belongs to everyone else. Even a single person can make a difference.

The past is an obdurate stranger that puts as many marks on us as we attempt to impose on it.

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.

I sell dreams, small comforts, sweet harmless temptations to bring down a multitude of saints crashing among the hazels and nougatines

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

The process of giving is without limits.

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

I'm insatiably curious.

For me, the magic of Hawaii comes from the stillness, the sea, the stars.

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

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. I shall be rampant.

I like autumn. The drama of it; the golden lion roaring through the back door of the year, shaking its mane of leaves. A dangerous time; of violent rages and deceptive calm, of fireworks in the pockets and conkers in the fist.

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

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

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

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

Drunkeness, she told us in a rare moment of confidence, is a sin against the fruit, the tree, the wine itself. Wine, distilled and nurtured from bud into fruit; it deserves reverance. Joy. Gentleness. (Page 194.)

Clones fit in. Freaks stand out. Ask me which one I prefer.

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

The wind always brings us back to the same wall

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

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