Quotes by Joanne Harris

Clones fit in. Freaks stand out. Ask me which one I prefer.

The battle of good and evil reduced to a fat woman standing in front of a chocolate shop, saying, Will I? Won’t I? in pitiful indecision.

You priests. Youre 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.

Theres also a lot of random stuff about poetry, flowers and lute music, plus kissing and cuddling (lots of this), wearing similar outfits, talking incessantly about the current object of devotion, and generally losing ones faculties.

Our lives are like these things I make. Turn em, build em, bake em in fire. Thats what youve been, son. Baked and fired. But a pot dont have the right to choose whether he be for water, wine, or just left empty. You have, son. You have.

But stories are worlds. New worlds for us to visit. In stories, we live forever.

I let it go. Its 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.

Its never too late to come home, he said, and pulled me gently, insistently toward him.All you have to do...is stop moving away.

If you can still write in spite of the fact that youre not getting paid, that nobody cares about what youre 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 cant stop doing it...then youre a writer.

I dreamt that I was old. And you – you were beside me.Forever young – in your hand, a cup of stars.

Sometimes survival is the worst alternative there is

I don’t pretend to know much about love, but that’s how great love comes to an end, not in the flames of passion, but in the silence of regret.

But I rather thought--I mean, I heard youd 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 wasnt?

You seem to know a lot about it, she said. And you do subtleties.Yeah. Like Ive always wanted to destroy the Nine Worlds while committing suicide.Well, theres no need to be rude, protested Sif.

Id rather be a freak than a clone.

Old habits never die. And when youve once been in the business of granting wishes, the impulse never quite leaves you

As she grew older, Maddy discovered that she had disappointed almost everyone. An awkward girl with a sullen mouth, a curtain of hair, and a tendency to slouch, she had neither Maes sweet nature nor sweet face. Her eyes were rather beautiful, but few people ever noticed this, and it was widely believed Maddy was ugly, a troublemaker, too clever for her own good, too stubborn - or too slack - to change.Of course, folk agreed that it was not her fault she was so brown or her sister so pretty, but a smile costs nothing, as the saying goes, and if only the girl had made an effort once in a while, or even showed a little gratitude for all the help and free advice, then maybe she would have settled down.

I happen to know that history is nothing but a spin and metaphor, which is what all yarns are made up of, when you strip them down to the underlay. And what makes a hit or a myth, of course, is how that story is told, and by whom.

Library-denigrators, pay heed: suggesting that the Internet is a viable substitute for libraries is like saying porn could replace your wife.

The dead know everything, but dont give a damn.