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 More Quotes by Joanne Harris More Quotes From Joanne Harris Clones fit in. Freaks stand out. Ask me which one I prefer. Joanne Harris freak standing-out fit Gods? Don't let that impress you. Anyone can be a god if they have enough worshippers. You don't even have to have powers anymore. In my time I've seen theatre gods, gladiator gods, even storyteller gods - you people see gods everywhere. Gives you an excuse for not thinking for yourselves. God is just a word. Like Fury. like demon, Just words people use for things they don't understand. Reverse it and you get dog. It's just as appropriate. Joanne Harris dog people thinking Our lives are like these things I make. Turn 'em, build 'em, bake 'em in fire. That's what you've been, son. Baked and fired. But a pot don't have the right to choose whether he be for water, wine, or just left empty. You have, son. You have. Joanne Harris wine fire son Change isn't always comfortable, but it is a fact of life. Joanne Harris facts-of-life change facts This isn't the first time the world has come to an end, and it won't be the last either. Joanne Harris lasts world firsts I've nothing against kids reading anything they please, but I do have a problem with pink books for girls and black books for boys. Joanne Harris girl reading book Anything that can be dreamed is true. Joanne Harris I carried recipes in my head like maps. Joanne Harris maps recipes 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 cat queens night The process of writing is a little like madness, a kind of possession not altogether benign. Joanne Harris madness writing littles A few hundred years ago there were no differences between magic and medicine. Joanne Harris medicine differences years The right circumstances sometimes happen of their own accord, slyly, without fanfare, without warning. Layman's alchemy. . . . The magic of everyday things. Joanne Harris everyday-things magic warning Some things can be both real and imaginary at the same time, . . . some lies can be true, . . . broken faith may be restored. Joanne Harris broken real lying A spider brings good luck before midnight and bad luck after. Joanne Harris spiders good-luck midnight 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 stupid sheep may I dream a lot, in colour and in sound and scent. Quite a few of my stories have come from dreams. Joanne Harris stories sound dream I'm politically inclined towards the left, but I don't like to be in anyone's gang; I'm a bit of a loose cannon. Joanne Harris cannons gang left As authors, we all expect criticism from time to time, and we all have our ways of coping with unfriendly reviews. Joanne Harris coping criticism way Love not often, but forever. Joanne Harris forever Wine talks; ask anyone. The oracle at the street corner; the uninvited guest at the wedding feast; the holy fool. It ventriloquizes. It has a million voices. It unleashes the tongue, teasing out secrets you never meant to tell, secrets you never even knew. It shouts, rants, whispers. It speaks of great plans, tragic loves, and terrible betrayals. It screams with laughter. It chuckles softly to itself. It weeps in front of its own reflection. It revives summers long past and memories best forgotten. Every bottle a whiff of other times, other places, everyone...a humble miracle Joanne Harris laughter summer memories
