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I like literature that you respond to in some way. You laugh, you cry, you turn the light on - that's great, it's eliciting a response by proxy.

Joanne Harris

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Joanne Harris
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: July 3
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The great thing about books is that you can end with a question mark.
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The battle of good and evil reduced to a fat woman standing in front of a chocolate shop, saying, Will I? Won’t I? in pitiful indecision.
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