"Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive."
— Joanne Harris (Chocolat)

"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."
— Joanne Harris (Chocolat)

"A thing named is a thing tamed."
— Joanne Harris

"The right circumstances sometimes happen of their own accord, slyly, without fanfare, without warning. Layman's alchemy. . . . The magic of everyday things."
— Joanne Harris (Blackberry Wine: A Novel)

"I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home."
— Joanne Harris (Five Quarters of the Orange)

"The process of giving is without limits."
— Joanne Harris (Chocolat)

""In any case, fire burns; that's its nature, and you can't expect to change that. You can use it to cook your meat or to burn down your neighbor's house. And is the fire you use for cooking any different from the one you use for burning? And does that mean you should eat your supper raw?"

Maddy shook her head, still puzzled. "So what you're saying is . . . I shouldn't play with fire," she said at last.

"Of course you should," said One-Eye gently. "But don't be surprised if the fire plays back.""
— Joanne Harris (Runemarks)

"Some things can be both real and imaginary at the same time, . . . some lies can be true, . . . broken faith may be restored."
— Joanne Harris (Blackberry Wine: A Novel)

"Love not often, but forever."
— Joanne Harris (Holy Fools: A Novel)

"The real magic - the magic we'd lived with all our lives, my mother's magic of charms and cantrips, of salt by the door and a red silk sachet to placate the little gods - had turned sour on us that summer, somehow, like a spider that turns from good luck to bad at the stroke of midnight, spinning its web to catch our dreams. And for every little spell of charm, for every card dealt and every rune cast and every sign scratched against a doorway to divert the path of malchance, the wind just blew a little harder, tugging at our clothes, sniffing at us like a hungry dog, moving us here and moving us there."
— Joanne Harris (The Lollipop Shoes)

"To be closed from everything, and yet to feel, to think...This is the truth of hell, stripped of its gaudy medievalisms. This loss of contact."
— Joanne Harris (Chocolat)

"Places have their own characters. . . . But the people begin to look the same."
— Joanne Harris (Chocolat)

"I speak as I must and cannot be silent."
— Joanne Harris (Runemarks)

"
"Wine talks; ask anyone. The oracle at the street corner; the uninvited guest at the wedding feast; the holy fool. It ventriloquizes. It has a million voices. It unleashes the tongue, teasing out secrets you never meant to tell, secrets you never even knew. It shouts, rants, whispers. It speaks of great plans, tragic loves, and terrible betrayals. It screams with laughter. It chuckles softly to itself. It weeps in front of its own reflection. It revives summers long past and memories best forgotten. Every bottle a whiff of other times, other places, everyone...a humble miracle""
— Joanne Harris

"Remember, it's the winners write the history books, and the losers get the leavings."
— Joanne Harris

"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. "
— Joanne Harris (The Lollipop Shoes)

"I 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 Harris

"A few hundred years ago there were no differences between magic and medicine."
— Joanne Harris (Blackberry Wine: A Novel)

"It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her."
— Joanne Harris (Five Quarters of the Orange)

"That wind. I see it's blowing now. Furtive but commanding, it has dictated every move we've ever made. My mother felt it, and so do I - even here, even now - as it sweeps us like leaves into his backseat corner, dancing us to shreds against the stones. V'la l'bon vent, v'a l'joli vent. I though we'd silenced it for good. But the smallest thing can wake the wind@ a word, a sign, even a death. There's no such thing as a trivial thing. Everything costs; it all adds up until finally the balance shifts and we're gone again, back on the road, telling ourselves - well maybe next time"
— Joanne Harris (The Lollipop Shoes)

"A man who casts no shadow isn't really a man at all."
— Joanne Harris (The Lollipop Shoes)

"Like a domestic cat, purring on the sofa by day, but by night, a strutting queen, a natural killer, disdainful of her other life."
— Joanne Harris (The Girl with No Shadow: A Novel)

"A spider brings good luck before midnight and bad luck after."
— Joanne Harris (Chocolat)

"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.)"
— Joanne Harris (Five Quarters of the Orange)

"Guilleaume left La Praline with a small bag of florentines in his pocket; before he had turned the corner of avenue des Francs Bourgeois I saw him stoop to offer one to the dog. A pat, a bark, a wagging of the short stubby tail. As I said, some people never have to think about giving."
— Joanne Harris (Chocolat)

"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 Harris

"Sheep 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 Harris (Chocolat)

"The process of writing is a little like madness, a kind of possession not altogether benign."
— Joanne Harris (Blackberry Wine: A Novel)

"...the Blessed Damozel essence of every dream and fairy story and legend and fear ..."
— Joanne Harris (The Evil Seed)

""Когато отпътуваш достатъчно надалеч, правилата вече не важат.""
— Joanne Harris

"If wishes were horses, beggars would ride."
— Joanne Harris (The Girl with No Shadow: A Novel)

"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."
— Joanne Harris (The Lollipop Shoes)

"He was the cleanest-cut comic-book schoolboy hero imaginable."
— Joanne Harris (Blackberry Wine: A Novel)

"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."
— Joanne Harris (Blackberry Wine: A Novel)

"The dead know everything, but they don't give a damn.

-Runemarks"
— Joanne Harris