“After those four years, he returned to the Midwest. He'd turned twenty-five, the Age of Unfolding, and it was time to write… — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
I feel like every time I start up, it's like a truck you have to get into 15th gear, so you very… — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
But baseball was different... You stood and waited and tried to still your mind. When your moment came, you had to be… — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
I was a ballplayer, but only for a limited time. I grew up playing in Wisconsin. It's a very sports-centric part of… — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
“There were no words for that, no ceremony that would garantee your future. Every day was just that: a day, a blank,… — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
“A moment would come, and then another, and then another. These moments would be his life.” — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
I feel like every time I start up, it's like a truck you have to get into 15th gear, so you very… — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
Baseball is a team game but, at the same time, it's a very lonely game: unlike in soccer or basketball, where players… — Chad Harbach Copy Share Image
I tended to write the book in these bursts of two or three months at a time. So I would know, or… — 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
