Joanne Harris

The battle of good and evil reduced to a fat woman standing in front of a chocolate shop, saying, Will I? Won__ I? in pitiful indecision.

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.

Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.

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

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

The advantage of travel is that after a while you begin to realize that wherever you go, most people aren't really all that much different.

We didn__ see anyone that day. We had no expectations. Everything was spontaneous. There wasn__ a single moment of stress. We laughed like crazy all afternoon _ though I couldn__ tell you what about. And there was definitely something in the air _ call it magic if you like _ because that was the happiest Christmas any of us could remember, which makes me think that perhaps, like luck, magic is something we can make for ourselves. It isn__ something you can buy. It doesn__ come as standard. And you don__ need to plan, or to overspend, or to wrack your brains trying to come up with some extraordinary way to celebrate. Because sometimes it__ the little things that bring us the greatest pleasure.

A black cat crossed my path, and I stopped to dance around it widdershins and to sing the

The past is an obdurate stranger that puts as many marks on us as we attempt to impose on it.

People grieve in different ways, some silently, some in anger, some in spite. Rarely does grief bring out the best in people, despite what local historians like to tell you.

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.

And yet, it was still a performance. Odin and I both knew it. It was a kind of play, a dream of how things might have been if he and I had been capable of trusting each other for a change. And so we hunted, and sang, and laughed, and told heavily edited stories of the good old days, while each of us watched the other and wondered when the knife would fall.

Gods? Don't let that impress you. Anyone can be a god if they have enough worshippers. You don't even have to have powers anymore. In my time I've seen theatre gods, gladiator gods, even storyteller gods - you people see gods everywhere. Gives you an excuse for not thinking for yourselves.God is just a word. Like Fury. like demon, Just words people use for things they don't understand. Reverse it and you get dog. It's just as appropriate.

I'm only keeping in touch with you for the sake of the children. Way to look after our son, by the way. I let you have him for the weekend and before I know it he's chained underground, awaiting Last Times and stinking of mead.

Children are knives, my mother once said. They don__ mean to, but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don__ we, we clasp them until the blood flows.

A named thing is a tamed thing.

Well, that's history for you, folks. Unfair, untrue and for the most part written by folk who weren't even there.

Your wolf is eating that man. I thought you should know.