I don't think I've ever had a mentor. The closest thing is my friend Christopher Fowler, another writer. Chris kept me sane for a long time before I made it.
Joanne HarrisChildren are knives, my mother once said. They donโt mean to, but they cut. And yet we cling to them, donโt we, we clasp them until the blood flows.
Joanne HarrisWe 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