The process of giving is without limits.
Joanne HarrisThe process of writing is a little like madness, a kind of possession not altogether benign.
Joanne HarrisSheep are not the docile, pleasant creatures of the pastoral idyll. Any countryman will tell you that. They are sly, occasionally vicious, pathologically stupid. The lenient shepherd may find his flock unruly, definant. I cannot afford to be lenient.
Joanne HarrisA spider brings good luck before midnight and bad luck after.
Joanne HarrisPlaces have their own characters. . . . But the people begin to look the same.
Joanne HarrisThe right circumstances sometimes happen of their own accord, slyly, without fanfare, without warning. Layman's alchemy. . . . The magic of everyday things.
Joanne HarrisSome things can be both real and imaginary at the same time, . . . some lies can be true, . . . broken faith may be restored.
Joanne HarrisHe was the cleanest-cut comic-book schoolboy hero imaginable.
Joanne HarrisA few hundred years ago there were no differences between magic and medicine.
Joanne HarrisIt 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.
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