Places have their own characters. . . . But the people begin to look the same. Joanne Harris More Quotes by Joanne Harris More Quotes From Joanne Harris I am not at all a chocoholic. I would rather eat anchovy toast. Joanne Harris toasts The great thing about books is that you can end with a question mark. Joanne Harris markendsbook Before you have children, you mostly think about the world in terms of yourself. And when you become a parent, the focus shifts to somebody else. Joanne Harris focuschildrenthinking Sometimes survival is the worst alternative there is Joanne Harris alternativessurvivalsometimes Anything based on ancient texts is difficult for a modern reader to get their head around. Joanne Harris ancientmoderndifficult My heroes and heroines are often unlikely people who are dragged into situations without meaning to become involved, or people with a past that has never quite left them. They are often isolated, introspective people, often confrontational or anarchic in some way, often damaged or secretly unhappy or incomplete. Joanne Harris heropeoplepast I'm incapable of hiding my feelings when I'm around someone I don't like. Joanne Harris incapablehidingfeelings I'm insatiably curious. Joanne Harris curious 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 shadowmotherhome Remember, it's the winners write the history books, and the losers get the leavings. Joanne Harris leavingwritingbook You priests. You're all the same. You think fasting helps you think about God, when anyone who can cook would tell you that fasting just makes you think about food. Joanne Harris fastingmake-you-thinkthinking If you want to know what's important to a culture, learn their language. Joanne Harris importantwantculture Of course I didn't pioneer the use of food in fiction: it has been a standard literary device since Chaucer and Rabelais, who used food wonderfully as a metaphor for sensuality. Joanne Harris pioneersusefiction In my dreams I gorge on chocolates, I roll in chocolates, and their texture is not brittle but soft as flesh, like a thousand mouths on my body, devouring me in fluttering small bites. To die beneath their tender gluttony seems the culmination of every temptation I have ever known. Joanne Harris chocolatetemptationdream I don't think I've ever had a mentor. The closest thing is my friend Christopher Fowler, another writer. Chris kept me sane for a long time before I made it. Joanne Harris mentorlongthinking The past is an obdurate stranger that puts as many marks on us as we attempt to impose on it. Joanne Harris markstrangerpast Online communities are an expression of loneliness. Joanne Harris communitylonelinessexpression I'm phobic about the idea of being constrained. Joanne Harris ideas And so Nat stood up and joined the group, and followed, and watched, and awaited his chance as the light of Chaos lit the plain and gods and demons marched to war. Joanne Harris groupslightwar ...we do not simply get showered with Hollywood money because we happened to write a little story about wizards one day. It's not winning the lottery. It's a real job, which real people do, and they have the same real problems as other real people. Joanne Harris moneyworkjobs
