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
“He smelled cold water and cold intrepid green. Those early flowers smelled like cold water. Their fragrence was not the still perfume… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
What of miniature boats constructed of birch bark and fallen leaves, launched onto cold water clear as air? How many fleets were… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Don't confine truth to fact. Imaginative truth is as powerful, and often enough, more so than fact. — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
