I dream a lot, in colour and in sound and scent. Quite a few of my stories have come from dreams. Joanne Harris colourdreamlot Change image and share on social
I think if you are an outsider then you are an outsider always. Joanne Harris outsider Change image and share on social
I find littering very annoying. It's a minor but also a major thing: a society that litters is one that also has so little respect for the environment and, consequently, other people. If we had clean streets, a lot of other things would be fixed almost effortlessly. Joanne Harris annoycleaneffortlessly share on social
People reveal so much of their mental processes online, simply because the psychological effect of anonymity just means that a whole raft of inhibitions are left alone when people log on. Joanne Harris anonymityeffectinhibition Change image and share on social
Anything based on ancient texts is difficult for a modern reader to get their head around. Joanne Harris ancientbasedifficult Change image and share on social
My heroes and heroines are often unlikely people who are dragged into situations without meaning to become involved, or people with a past that has never quite left them. They are often isolated, introspective people, often confrontational or anarchic in some way, often damaged or secretly unhappy or incomplete. Joanne Harris anarchicconfrontationaldamage share on social
I have an English identity and a French identity. When I'm in France, I'm more outgoing. And the French part of me cooks, whereas the English part of me writes. Joanne Harris cookenglishfrance Change image and share on social
I'm not fond of cities: the constant activity and swarms of people. Joanne Harris activitycityconstant Change image and share on social
I was convinced I'd hate Twitter - but I've come to like it very much. I use it mostly to keep in touch with friends and colleagues I wish I could see more often - I sometimes feel a little isolated living in Yorkshire, and it's nice to have the contact. Joanne Harris colleaguecontactconvince share on social
In the old days of literature, only the very thick-skinned - or the very brilliant - dared enter the arena of literary criticism. To criticise a person's work required equal measures of erudition and wit, and inferior critics were often the butt of satire and ridicule. Joanne Harris arenabrilliantbutt share on social