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0096aca	Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.	happiness heart chocolate bittersweet simplicity torture	Joanne Harris
eb0ac7c	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.	home	Joanne Harris
2168e70	Children 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.	knives hurt mother	Joanne Harris
d0cb83f	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.	poetry music rampant volatile	Joanne Harris
ef3c02f	Love not often, but forever.		Joanne Harris
7aa3d7e	Places have their own characters. . . . But the people begin to look the same.		Joanne Harris
b60a52a	You don't write because someone sets assignments! You write because you need to write, or because you hope someone will listen or because writing will mend something broken inside you or bring something back to life.		Joanne Harris
95b9f85	Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end.	death life	Joanne Harris
9e419ec	A thing named is a thing tamed.		Joanne Harris
d77c34c	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 gen..		Joanne Harris
da403be	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
b573a0f	It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her.		Joanne Harris
0b2dd87	The dead know everything but they don't give a damn.	humor knowledge	Joanne Harris
fc1ca69	After all, words are what remain when all the deeds have been done. Words can shatter faith; start a war; change the course of history. A story can make your heart beat faster; topple walls; scale mountains - hey, a story can even raise the dead. And that's why the King of Stories ended up being the King of the gods; because writing history and making history are only the breadth of a page apart.		Joanne Harris
14eac8c	Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.		Joanne Harris
948e9b1	The process of giving is without limits.		Joanne Harris
5b66a4f	Well, that's history for you, folks. Unfair, untrue and for the most part written by folk who weren't even there.	the-gospel-of-loki norse-mythology loki mythology	Joanne Harris
45270ff	I sell dreams, small comforts, sweet harmless temptations to bring down a multitude of saints crashing among the hazels and nougatines		Joanne Harris
e5e96b4	I 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 Harris
b8f6a95	A man may plant a tree for a number of reasons. Perhaps he likes trees. Perhaps he wants shelter. Or perhaps he knows that someday he may need the firewood.	motive purpose planning strategy	Joanne Harris
bba5638	I speak as I must and cannot be silent.		Joanne Harris
fe28634	If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.		Joanne Harris
5272eb2	Change isn't always comfortable, but it is a fact of life.		Joanne Harris
84ad488	A black cat crossed my path, and I stopped to dance around it widdershins and to sing the rhyme,	magic witch cats	Joanne Harris
576854b	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
c11d2d6	Some things can be both real and imaginary at the same time, . . . some lies can be true, . . . broken faith may be restored.		Joanne Harris
eba8017	Places do not lose their identity, however far one travels. It is the heart that begins to erode over time. The face in the hotel mirror seems blurred some mornings, as if by too many casual looks. By ten the sheets will be laundered, the carpet swept. The names on the hotel registers change as we pass. We leave no trace as we pass on. Ghostlike, we cast no shadow.		Joanne Harris
d9be865	The right circumstances sometimes happen of their own accord, slyly, without fanfare, without warning. Layman's alchemy. . . . The magic of everyday things.		Joanne Harris
0d28193	A demon, if you prefer the term; although to be honest, the difference between god and a demon is really only a matter of perspective.		Joanne Harris
e8eb342	Work. Like pain, I sensed that this was an experience I would want to avoid as often as possible.		Joanne Harris
bfee7bd	But I rather thought--I mean, I heard you'd killed Balder the Fair." "I never did," snapped Loki crossly. "Well, no one ever proved I did. What happened to the presumption of innocence? Besides, he was supposed to be invulnerable. Was it my fault that he wasn't?"	murder loki innocence	Joanne Harris
a09a7e2	I liked her better for showing a little spirit.		Joanne Harris
0fba56e	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.	words loki	Joanne Harris
798db83	A spider brings good luck before midnight and bad luck after.		Joanne Harris
2ca3c2c	A man who casts no shadow isn't really a man at all.		Joanne Harris
6787c3f	Loki, that's me. Loki, the Light-Bringer, the misunderstood, the elusive, the handsome and modest hero of this particular tissue of lies.		Joanne Harris
57a0cd4	I know you," said Maddy. "You're -" "What's a name?" Loki grinned. "Wear it like a coat; turn it, burn it, throw it aside, and borrow another. One-Eye knows; you should ask him." "But Loki died," she said, shaking her head. "He died on the field at Ragnarok." "Not quite." He pulled a face. "You know there's rather a lot the Oracle didn't foretell, and old tales have a habit of getting twisted." "But in any case, that was centuries ago," Mad..	names loki ragnarok	Joanne Harris
4779021	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 door..		Joanne Harris
a85c828	The wind always brings us back to the same wall		Joanne Harris
6b44698	The process of writing is a little like madness, a kind of possession not altogether benign.		Joanne Harris
6870636	An apple a day keeps the doctor away. No one's immune to bribery.	funny loki	Joanne Harris
53d49a5	Divination is a means of telling ourselves what we already know.		Joanne Harris
f461485	I carried recipes in my head like maps.		Joanne Harris
fdffb3f	They tell you revenge isn't worth it. I say there's nothing finer.		Joanne Harris

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

happiness heart chocolate bittersweet simplicity torture

Joanne Harris

eb0ac7c

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.

home

Joanne Harris

2168e70

Children 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.

knives hurt mother

Joanne Harris

d0cb83f

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.

poetry music rampant volatile

Joanne Harris

ef3c02f

Love not often, but forever.

Joanne Harris

7aa3d7e

Places have their own characters. . . . But the people begin to look the same.

Joanne Harris

b60a52a

You don't write because someone sets assignments! You write because you need to write, or because you hope someone will listen or because writing will mend something broken inside you or bring something back to life.

Joanne Harris

95b9f85

Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end.

death life

Joanne Harris

9e419ec

A thing named is a thing tamed.

Joanne Harris

d77c34c

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 gen..

Joanne Harris

da403be

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

b573a0f

It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her.

Joanne Harris

0b2dd87

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

humor knowledge

Joanne Harris

fc1ca69

After all, words are what remain when all the deeds have been done. Words can shatter faith; start a war; change the course of history. A story can make your heart beat faster; topple walls; scale mountains - hey, a story can even raise the dead. And that's why the King of Stories ended up being the King of the gods; because writing history and making history are only the breadth of a page apart.

Joanne Harris

14eac8c

Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.

Joanne Harris

948e9b1

The process of giving is without limits.

Joanne Harris

5b66a4f

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

the-gospel-of-loki norse-mythology loki mythology

Joanne Harris

45270ff

I sell dreams, small comforts, sweet harmless temptations to bring down a multitude of saints crashing among the hazels and nougatines

Joanne Harris

e5e96b4

I 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 Harris

b8f6a95

A man may plant a tree for a number of reasons. Perhaps he likes trees. Perhaps he wants shelter. Or perhaps he knows that someday he may need the firewood.

motive purpose planning strategy

Joanne Harris

bba5638

I speak as I must and cannot be silent.

Joanne Harris

fe28634

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

Joanne Harris

5272eb2

Change isn't always comfortable, but it is a fact of life.

Joanne Harris

84ad488

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

magic witch cats

Joanne Harris

576854b

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

c11d2d6

Some things can be both real and imaginary at the same time, . . . some lies can be true, . . . broken faith may be restored.

Joanne Harris

eba8017

Places do not lose their identity, however far one travels. It is the heart that begins to erode over time. The face in the hotel mirror seems blurred some mornings, as if by too many casual looks. By ten the sheets will be laundered, the carpet swept. The names on the hotel registers change as we pass. We leave no trace as we pass on. Ghostlike, we cast no shadow.

Joanne Harris

d9be865

The right circumstances sometimes happen of their own accord, slyly, without fanfare, without warning. Layman's alchemy. . . . The magic of everyday things.

Joanne Harris

0d28193

A demon, if you prefer the term; although to be honest, the difference between god and a demon is really only a matter of perspective.

Joanne Harris

e8eb342

Work. Like pain, I sensed that this was an experience I would want to avoid as often as possible.

Joanne Harris

bfee7bd

But I rather thought--I mean, I heard you'd killed Balder the Fair." "I never did," snapped Loki crossly. "Well, no one ever proved I did. What happened to the presumption of innocence? Besides, he was supposed to be invulnerable. Was it my fault that he wasn't?"

murder loki innocence

Joanne Harris

a09a7e2

I liked her better for showing a little spirit.

Joanne Harris

0fba56e

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.

words loki

Joanne Harris

798db83

A spider brings good luck before midnight and bad luck after.

Joanne Harris

2ca3c2c

A man who casts no shadow isn't really a man at all.

Joanne Harris

6787c3f

Loki, that's me. Loki, the Light-Bringer, the misunderstood, the elusive, the handsome and modest hero of this particular tissue of lies.

Joanne Harris

57a0cd4

I know you," said Maddy. "You're -" "What's a name?" Loki grinned. "Wear it like a coat; turn it, burn it, throw it aside, and borrow another. One-Eye knows; you should ask him." "But Loki died," she said, shaking her head. "He died on the field at Ragnarok." "Not quite." He pulled a face. "You know there's rather a lot the Oracle didn't foretell, and old tales have a habit of getting twisted." "But in any case, that was centuries ago," Mad..

names loki ragnarok

Joanne Harris

4779021

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 door..