“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
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
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
When his grandchildren had been little, they had asked if they could hide inside the clock. Now he wanted to gather them… — Paul Harding Clock 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
“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
“There was the sky, filled with flat-topped clouds, cruising like a fleet of anvils across the blue. George” — 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
“...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 Last time 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
