The challenge for any fiction writer is that your job involves simply sitting at a desk for a very, very long time. — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
“Heat radiated off Henry's face. Salty snot ran down his upper lip. A majestic fart propelled him to the top of Section… — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
It was strange the way he loved her; a side long and almost casual love, as if loving her were simply a… — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
... people loved to suffer, as long as the suffering made sense. Everybody suffered. The key was to choose the form of… — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
Other things awaited. It was good to be young and to know it for once. So much unfolding to do. — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
“The problem, like most problems in life, probably had to do with his footwork.” — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
There are no whys in a person's life, and very few hows. In the end, in search of useful wisdom, you could only come… — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
“He wished that college required you to use your body more, forced you to remember that life was lived in four dimensions.” — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
“The girl-women scampered around a beach house in various states of preparative undress, wriggled into sundresses, shook out their hair....They possessed a veneer of… — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
“After those four years, he returned to the Midwest. He'd turned twenty-five, the Age of Unfolding, and it was time to write a novel,… — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
“It dawned on him—as it hadn’t before; he was dense, he was slow—that his parents were five hundred miles away. They could make him… — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
“Though his classmates supposedly hailed form "all fifty states, Guam, and twenty-two foreign lands," as President Affenlight said in his convocation address, they all… — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
A lot of my close friends had tolerantly washed their hands of the whole idea of me writing a book. They had said to… — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
“Ella was nineteen," Pella interrupted to say. She hated the namelessness of women in stories, as if they lived and died so that men… — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
“Neither had said so, but she could tell. Unless she was just paranoid, living in her head again, but you always lived in your… — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
