“When it came time to die, we knew and went to deep yards where we lay down and our bones turned to… — Paul Harding Death Copy Share Image
There is my father whispering in my ear, Be still still still. And yet you change everything. What was the marsh like,… — Paul Harding Backsides Copy Share Image
I was ravenous for my child and took to gorging myself in the boneyard, hoping that she might possibly meet me halfway,… — Paul Harding Bare feet Copy Share Image
Write as precisely and as lucidly and as richly as you can about what you find truly mysterious and irreducible about human… — Paul Harding About Copy Share Image
When his grandchildren had been little, they had asked if they could hide inside the clock. Now he wanted to gather them… — Paul Harding Child Copy Share Image
Contrary to all those times you've heard a writer confess at a reading that he writes fiction because he is a pathological… — Paul Harding Contrary Copy Share Image
Don't write your books for people who won't like them. Give yourself wholly to the kind of book you want to write,… — Paul Harding Book Copy Share Image
I worry that if whatever pops into your head at any instant immediately goes online, you lose the crucial time for your… — Paul Harding Crucial 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 Cold Copy Share Image
“I loved her totally, and while I loved her, the world was love. Once she was gone, the world seemed to prove… — Paul Harding Dreams Copy Share Image
“Boy to his dying grampa: "I am a century wide. I think that I have my literal age but am surrounded in… — Paul Harding Death Copy Share Image
“There was the sky, filled with flat-topped clouds, cruising like a fleet of anvils across the blue. George” — Paul Harding Clouds Copy Share Image
“This is a book. It is a book I found in a box. I found the box in the attic. The box… — Paul Harding Attic Copy Share Image
“...why can't I stop all the moving and look out over the vast arrangements and find by the contours and colors and… — Paul Harding Ends Copy Share Image
I'm no online whiz, but I'm not a Luddite, either. I love that we have these laptops and tablets and smart phones;… — Paul Harding About 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 Acorns Copy Share Image
“That she made a point to eat only the gristliest chicken bits, the burned biscuits, the mealiest potatoes, while she complained that… — Paul Harding Misery Copy Share Image
“Hands, teeth, gut, thoughts even, were all simply more or less convenient to human circumstance, as my father was receding from human… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
“So deeply moved, he pulled the cassette from the machine, flipped it back over to the beginning, fitted it back into its… — Paul Harding Computers Copy Share Image
“And so this end in confusion, where when things stop I never get to know it, and this moving is the space,… — Paul Harding Great grandchildren Copy Share Image
