What an awful thing then, being there in our house together with our daughter gone, trying to be equal to so many… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
“The joy of those years had its own integrity, and Kate existed within that. She could not be touched by the misery… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
“I was just thinking that I am not very many years old, but that I am a century wide. I think I… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
“Howard thought, Is it not true: A move of the head, a step to the left or right, and we change from… — Paul Harding Change Copy Share Image
“And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion… — Paul Harding Beauty of the world Copy Share Image
“...I will be no more than a tint of some obscure color, and to their great grandchildren nothing they ever know about,… — Paul Harding Ghosts Copy Share Image
“...why can't I stop all the moving and look out over the vast arrangements and find by the contours and colors and… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
“On the seventh day, Howard turned off the trail and sat by the river and smoked a pipeful of tobacco that he… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
I'm no online whiz, but I'm not a Luddite, either. I love that we have these laptops and tablets and smart phones;… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
“Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the fragility… — Paul Harding Angel Copy Share Image
“No one could imagine how a man could survive one winter alone and exposed in the woods, never mind decades of them.… — Paul Harding Blank space Copy Share Image
“But it's a curse, a condemnation, like an act of provocation, to have been aroused from not being, to have been conjured… — Paul Harding Antinatalism Copy Share Image
“Howard thought, Is it not true: A move of the head, a step to the left or right, and we change from… — Paul Harding Loyal People Copy Share Image
The silver lining of those years when I was trying to get 'Tinkers' published but couldn't were the years when I had… — Paul Harding Art Copy Share Image
The fictional world seems larger, seems to have more dimension and richness when, for example, the protagonist from one novel you've read… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
“Your cold mornings are filled with the heartache about the fact that although we are not at ease in this world, it… — Paul Harding Cold morning Copy Share Image
“When it came time to die, we knew and went to deep yards where we lay down and our bones turned to… — Paul Harding Death Copy Share Image
There is my father whispering in my ear, Be still still still. And yet you change everything. What was the marsh like,… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
I was ravenous for my child and took to gorging myself in the boneyard, hoping that she might possibly meet me halfway,… — Paul Harding Bare feet Copy Share Image
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