Magical properties were attributed to it. Its brew was sipped on the steps of sacrificial temples; its ecstasies were fierce and terrible. Is this what he fears? Corruption by pleasure, the subtle transubstantiation of the flesh into a vessel for debauch?
Joanne HarrisI 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 HarrisTag: happiness chocolat joanne-harris
Death should be a celebration. Like a birthday. I want to go up like a rocket when my time comes, and fall down in a cloud of stars, and hear everyone go: ahh!
Joanne HarrisIf wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
Joanne HarrisI like autumn. The drama of it; the golden lion roaring through the back door of the year, shaking its mane of leaves. A dangerous time; of violent rages and deceptive calm, of fireworks in the pockets and conkers in the fist.
Joanne HarrisКогато отпътуваш достатъчно надалеч, правилата вече не важат.
Joanne HarrisThe dead know everything but they don't give a damn.
Joanne HarrisChildren 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.
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I'd rather be a freak than a clone.
Joanne HarrisTag: individuality
A black cat crossed my path, and I stopped to dance around it widdershins and to sing the rhyme,
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