“And yet, it was still a performance. Odin and I both knew it. It was a kind of play, a dream of how things might have been if he and I had been capable of trusting each other for a change. And so we hunted, and sang, and laughed, and told heavily edited stories of the good old days, while each of us watched the other and wondered when the knife would fall.”
— Joanne Harris
“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
“I’m only keeping in touch with you for the sake of the children. Way to look after our son, by the way. I let you have him for the weekend and before I know it he’s chained underground, awaiting Last Times and stinking of mead.”
— Joanne Harris
“Children are knives, my mother once said. They don’t mean to, but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don’t we, we clasp them until the blood flows.”
— Joanne Harris
“A named thing is a tamed thing.”
— Joanne Harris
“Well, that’s history for you, folks. Unfair, untrue and for the most part written by folk who weren’t even there.”
— Joanne Harris
“Your wolf is eating that man. I thought you should know.”
— Joanne Harris
“A man may plant a tree for a number of reasons. Perhaps he likes trees. Perhaps he wants shelter. Or perhaps he knows that someday he may need the firewood.”
— Joanne Harris
“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
“The dead know everything but they don’t give a damn.”
— Joanne Harris
“No point carrying useless ballast. It won’t change a thing.”
— Joanne Harris
“I believe that being happy is the only important thing. Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or torturous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.”
— Joanne Harris
“Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.”
— Joanne Harris