Joanne Michèle Sylvie Harris, MBE (born 3 July 1964) is an English author, known for her award-winning novel Chocolat. It was later turned into the 2000 film Chocolat.
You don't write because someone sets assignments! You write because you need to write, or because you hope someone will listen or because writing will mend something broken inside you or bring something back to life.
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.
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.
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.
I'm phobic about the idea of being constrained.
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?
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.
The wind always brings us back to the same wall
This isn't the first time the world has come to an end, and it won't be the last either.
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.
A few hundred years ago there were no differences between magic and medicine.
I think if you are an outsider then you are an outsider always.
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.
I'm incapable of hiding my feelings when I'm around someone I don't like.
Love not often, but forever.
Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.
I am fascinated by how people eat and what it reveals about them.
I am not at all a chocoholic. I would rather eat anchovy toast.
The past is an obdurate stranger that puts as many marks on us as we attempt to impose on it.
Some things can be both real and imaginary at the same time,. . . some lies can be true,. . . broken faith may be restored.