Quotes from Joanne Harris

For a time, then, we stay. For a time. Till the changes.

Was it my fault that I got out of hand? --Loki

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.

Why can no one here think of anything but chocolates?

Somehow the anticipation of pain can be even more troubling, more a misery than the pain itself.

Remember, it's the winners write the history books, and the losers get the leavings.

From this I think we can all conclude that the cow was the primary instigator of everything that followed - war, Tribulation, the End of the Worlds. Lesson One: never trust a rumiant.

Better a king in the gutter,' he said, 'than a slave in an emperor's place

Most problems can be solved through cake.

A few hundred years ago there were no differences between magic and medicine.

It isn't just a village. The houses aren't just places to live. Everything belongs to everybody. Everyone belongs to everyone else. Even a single person can make a difference.

And Odin should have known from the first that perfect Order does not bend; it simply stands until it breaks, which is why it rarely survives for any meaningful length of time.

Like a flower she grows towards the light, without thinking or examining the process which moves her to do so. I wish I could do the same.

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.

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

Drunkeness, she told us in a rare moment of confidence, is a sin against the fruit, the tree, the wine itself. Wine, distilled and nurtured from bud into fruit; it deserves reverance. Joy. Gentleness. (Page 194.)

There was something about total loyalty, uncritical devotion, endless patience, perpetual forgiveness and the general inability to believe that a loved one could ever do anything wrong that, frankly, just gave him the creeps.

A named thing is a tamed thing.

Nat Parson says it's the devil's mark. Nat Parson's a gobshite. Maddy was torn between a natural feeling of sacrilege and a deep admiration of anyone who dared call a parson 'gobshite.

he is the kind of man who breakes biscuits in two and saves the other half for later

All those moments, those memories. Everything that we are, compressed in just two or three kilos of paper — the weight of a human heart.

Garden work clears the mind.

Their love was something which coloured the air between them like sunlight.

Nothing dreamed is ever lost, and nothing lost forever.