It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her. Joanne Harris More Quotes by Joanne Harris More Quotes From Joanne Harris I sell dreams, small comforts, sweet harmless temptations to bring down a multitude of saints crashing among the hazels and nougatines Joanne Harris temptation dream sweet Nat Parson says it's the devil's mark." "Nat Parson's a gobshite." Maddy was torn between a natural feeling of sacrilege and a deep admiration of anyone who dared call a parson 'gobshite. Joanne Harris admiration devil feelings 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.) Joanne Harris wine tree joy Places do not lose their identity, however far one travels. It is the heart that begins to erode over time. The face in the hotel mirror seems blurred some mornings, as if by too many casual looks. By ten the sheets will be laundered, the carpet swept. The names on the hotel registers change as we pass. We leave no trace as we pass on. Ghostlike, we cast no shadow. Joanne Harris mirrors heart morning Library-denigrators, pay heed:suggesting that the Internet is a viable substitute for libraries is like saying porn could replace your wife. Joanne Harris library wife pay I speak as I must and cannot be silent. Joanne Harris silent speak The process of giving is without limits. Joanne Harris limits process giving 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. Joanne Harris hell loss thinking I don't tend to do category fiction very well. One of my problems when I was starting off was that publishers were hesitant to handle my books because they were never sure what I was going to do next. Joanne Harris next book fiction But I rather thought--I mean, I heard you'd killed Balder the Fair." "I never did," snapped Loki crossly. "Well, no one ever proved I did. What happened to the presumption of innocence? Besides, he was supposed to be invulnerable. Was it my fault that he wasn't? Joanne Harris presumption-of-innocence faults mean You seem to know a lot about it," she said. "And you do subtleties." "Yeah. Like I've always wanted to destroy the Nine Worlds while committing suicide." "Well, there's no need to be rude," protested Sif. Joanne Harris rude suicide needs All those moments, those memories. Everything that we are, compressed in just two or three kilos of paper — the weight of a human heart. Joanne Harris heart memories two 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 rushing summer wind I think if you are an outsider then you are an outsider always. Joanne Harris outsiders ifs thinking A named thing is a tamed thing. Joanne Harris tamed I love it when my books cause controversy, when people argue violently about the ending. Joanne Harris causes book people 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. Joanne Harris light literature laughing I have a tendency to pick up my own challenges. The more difficult something it is, the more I want to try it. Joanne Harris challenges want trying A thing named is a thing tamed. Joanne Harris tamed 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 relax editing writing
