Joanne Harris Quotes

I stand at a distance, like a person who comes from another world.

I am more exempt and more distant than any man in the world.

I'm an outsider.

I think that writers are, at best, outsiders to the society they inhabit. They have a kind of detachment, or try to have.

I am a dreamer. Seriously, I'm living on another planet.

I wanted to be as far away from everybody as I could be. I found it difficult to be close to anybody, not just the guys in the band.

You feel quite distant by playing at huge stadiums year after year, where you only can see a great darkness in front of you.

You can grow apart from people very quickly.

I have X'd myself from your world.

I've been out on the periphery.

Sometimes I wonder where I am from. I am either way ahead or I come from another world. I don't recognise this world.

I don't belong in the world. That's what it is. Something separates me from other people.

Everything else outside me seems far, far away.

Even though I write about the human race, the further away from them, the better I feel. Two miles is great; two thousand miles is beautiful.

The radical otherness of birds is integral to their beauty and their value. They are always among us but never of us. Their indifference to us ought to serve as a chastening reminder that we're not the measure of all things.

I felt like I might as well have been living in another part of the solar system.

I'm amongst you all, but I'm not one of you all.

I'm an outsider, I guess.

You never come back, not all the way. Always there is an odd distance between you and the people you love and the people you meet, a barrier thin as the glass of a mirror, you never come all the way out of the mirror; you stand, for the rest of your life, with one foot in this world and no one in another, where everything is upside down and backward and sad.

The writer is always to some extent in exile, wherever he is, because he is somehow outside, separated from others; there is always a distance.

She watched the prairies the rivers, the towns slipping past at an untouchable distance below - and she noted that the sense of detachment one feels when looking at the earth from a plane was the same sense she felt when looking at people: only her distance from people seemed longer. - Dagny Taggart

For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men. This I have known ever since I stretched out my fingers to the abomination within that great gilded frame; stretched out my fingers and touched a cold and unyielding surface of polished glass.

His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have no part.

All looked distant and peaceful and strange. The shore seemed refined, far away, unreal. Already the little distance they had sailed had put them far from it and given it the changed look, the composed look, of something receding in which one has no longer any part.

It's hard to look at things that are too close.