I sell dreams, small comforts, sweet harmless temptations to bring down a multitude of saints crashing among the hazels and nougatines Joanne Harris More Quotes by Joanne Harris More Quotes From Joanne Harris Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive. Joanne Harris heart sweet happiness She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world. Joanne Harris thoughtful eye looks 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 go, and the river brings you home. Joanne Harris acceptance letting-go home I've never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow. Joanne Harris fragments leaving chance Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station. Joanne Harris sitting waiting people Places have their own characters. . . . But the people begin to look the same. Joanne Harris character people looks 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. Joanne Harris excess loud inspiration Guilleaume left La Praline with a small bag of florentines in his pocket; before he had turned the corner of avenue des Francs Bourgeois I saw him stoop to offer one to the dog. A pat, a bark, a wagging of the short stubby tail. As I said, some people never have to think about giving. Joanne Harris dog people thinking Death should be a celebration. Like a birthday. I want to go up like a rocket when my time comes, and fall down in a cloud of stars, and hear everyone go: ahh! Joanne Harris stars clouds fall I have an advanced degree in procrastination and another one in paranoia. Joanne Harris paranoia degrees procrastination For me, the magic of Hawaii comes from the stillness, the sea, the stars. Joanne Harris magic stars sea Divination is a means of telling ourselves what we already know. Joanne Harris knows mean A man who casts no shadow isn't really a man at all. Joanne Harris casts shadow men I'd rather be a freak than a clone. Joanne Harris freak Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end. Joanne Harris celebration-of-life celebrate life-is If you can still write in spite of the fact that you're not getting paid, that nobody cares about what you're writing, that nobody wants to publish it, that everybody is telling you to do something else, and you still want to and you still enjoy it and you can't stop doing it...then you're a writer. Joanne Harris care want writing Somehow the anticipation of pain can be even more troubling, more a misery than the pain itself. Joanne Harris misery anticipation pain Some books you read. Some books you enjoy. But some books just swallow you up, heart and soul. Joanne Harris soul heart book You don't write because someone sets assignments! You write because you need to write, or because you hope someone will listen or because writing will mend something broken inside you or bring something back to life. Joanne Harris broken-inside writing needs In any case, fire burns; that's its nature, and you can't expect to change that. You can use it to cook your meat or to burn down your neighbor's house. And is the fire you use for cooking any different from the one you use for burning? And does that mean you should eat your supper raw?" Maddy shook her head, still puzzled. "So what you're saying is . . . I shouldn't play with fire," she said at last. Of course you should," said One-Eye gently. "But don't be surprised if the fire plays back. Joanne Harris eye fire mean
