“He smelled cold water and cold intrepid green. Those early flowers smelled like cold water. Their fragrence was not the still perfume of high summer; it was the smell of cold, raw green.” — 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 pushed out toward the middles of ponds or sent down autumn brooks, holding treasures of acorns, or black… — 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
