Magical properties were attributed to it. Its brew was sipped on the steps of sacrificial temples; its ecstasies were fierce and terrible. Is this what he fears? Corruption by pleasure, the subtle transubstantiation of the flesh into a vessel for debauch?

— Joanne Harris

Joanne Harris Quotes

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

— Joanne Harris

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

— Joanne Harris

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.

— Joanne Harris

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

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

— Joanne Harris

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

— Joanne Harris

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.

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

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Like a domestic cat, purring on the sofa by day, but by night, a strutting queen, a natural killer, disdainful of her other life.

— Joanne Harris

Love not often, but forever.

— Joanne Harris

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

— Joanne Harris

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.

— Joanne Harris

Children are knives, my mother once said. They don’t mean to, but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don’t we, we clasp them until the blood flows.

— 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 helped; it’s part of what makes us who we are.

— Joanne Harris

We came in the wind of the carnival. A wind of change, or promises. The merry wind, the magical wind, making March hares of everyone, tumbling blossoms and coat-tails and hats; rushing towards summer in a frenzy of exuberance.

— Joanne Harris

I speak as I must and cannot be silent.

— Joanne Harris

The process of giving is without limits.

— Joanne Harris

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.

— Joanne Harris

A spider brings good luck before midnight and bad luck after.

— Joanne Harris

I’d rather be a freak than a clone.

— Joanne Harris
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