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 HarrisAll those moments, those memories. Everything that we are, compressed in just two or three kilos of paper โ the weight of a human heart.
Joanne HarrisThe battle of good and evil reduced to a fat woman standing in front of a chocolate shop, saying, Will I? Wonโt I? in pitiful indecision.
Joanne Harris