“I just wish that you had made it beyond the bounds of this cold little radius, that when the archaeologists brush off this layer of our world in a million years and string off the boundaries of our rooms and… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
Who was the greatest business man ever. . . The greatest salesman? Advertiser? Who? . . . It was Jesus. . . Jesus was… — Paul Harding Copy Share
“The house had not merely lapsed back into the equilibrium of the woods but was blighted, as if inside it did not contain a… — Paul Harding Copy Share
“Your cold mornings are filled with the heartache about the fact that although we are not at ease in this world, it is all… — Paul Harding Copy Share
The fictional world seems larger, seems to have more dimension and richness when, for example, the protagonist from one novel you've read has a… — Paul Harding Copy Share
“Howard thought, Is it not true: A move of the head, a step to the left or right, and we change from wise, decent,… — Paul Harding Copy Share
“The joy of those years had its own integrity, and Kate existed within that. She could not be touched by the misery caused by… — Paul Harding Copy Share
What an awful thing then, being there in our house together with our daughter gone, trying to be equal to so many sudden orders… — Paul Harding Copy Share
Don't confine truth to fact. Imaginative truth is as powerful, and often enough, more so than fact. — Paul Harding Copy Share
“I woke up every morning on the couch. It felt like the same morning all the time, or like an infinite series of nested… — Paul Harding Copy Share
The silver lining of those years when I was trying to get 'Tinkers' published but couldn't were the years when I had to decide,… — Paul Harding Copy Share
“There was a moment of sorrow, disappointment, and deep love for his son, whom he at that second wished had had a chance of… — Paul Harding Copy Share
“But it's a curse, a condemnation, like an act of provocation, to have been aroused from not being, to have been conjured up from… — Paul Harding Copy Share
“Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the fragility of human… — Paul Harding Copy Share
“Howard thought, Is it not true: A move of the head, a step to the left or right, and we change from wise, decent,… — Paul Harding Copy Share
“And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion in your… — Paul Harding Copy Share
