Quotes from Joanne Harris

And now the Old Man recited the prophecy of the Seeress: The Cradle fell an age ago, but Fire and Folk shall raise her In just twelve days, at End of Worlds; a gift within the sepulchre. But the key to the gate is a child of hate, a child of both and neither. And nothing dreamed is ever lost, and nothing lost for ever.

To be a woman, I have learnt, is to be the constant recipient of unwanted pieces of male advice.

Why do boys always run? And when did I stop running?

Bet mano pasaulis yra ?ia. Galb?t jis ir mažas, ta?iau net šimt? met? gyvendamas aš neišsemsiu visos jo begalin?s ?vairov?s.

My part is at an end. I would like to think that theirs ends as happily. But that knowledge is beyond me now. I am subject to a different kind of chemistry. Evaporating blithely into the bright air, my own mystery approaches, and I see no phantoms, predict no futures, even the blissful present barely glimpsed – through a glass, darkly.

Every bottle a whiff of other times, other places; every one, from the commonest Liebfraumilch to imperious 1945 Veuve Clicquot, a humble miracle. Everyday magic, Joe called it. The transformation of base matter into stuff of dreams. Layman's alchemy.

I'm not sure I believe in the whole 'ghost-afterlife' thing, but I think places are marked by people who have been there.

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.