I breathed the book before I saw it; tasted the book before I read it. — Paul Harding Book 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
If you want to be a writer, you write. Everybody wants to get published. You gotta play your long game. — Paul Harding Games Copy Share Image
I was just delighted to be a legitimate, for-real published author. — Paul Harding Books Copy Share Image
Light changes, our eyes blink and see the world from the slightest difference of perspective and our place in it has changed. — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
“…and the only thing common to all of this is that I feel sorrow so deep, it must be love...” — Paul Harding Deep love 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… — Paul Harding Dream Copy Share Image
“Everything is made to perish; the wonder of anything at all is that it has not already done so. No, he thought.… — Paul Harding First place 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… — 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… — Paul Harding 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
“. . . . the materials for the nest must be collected and woven strand by strand . . . . Such… — Paul Harding Bird 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
“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
“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
“Your cold mornings are filled with the heartache about the fact that although we are not at ease in this world, it… — Paul Harding Cold morning 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… — 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… — Paul Harding Art 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… — Paul Harding Loyal People 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 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
There is my father whispering in my ear, Be still still still. And yet you change everything. What was the marsh like,… — 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… — Paul Harding Antinatalism Copy Share Image
“No one could imagine how a man could survive one winter alone and exposed in the woods, never mind decades of them.… — Paul Harding Blank space 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 Books 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… — Paul Harding Deep love 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… — Paul Harding Fools Copy Share Image
“Howard resented the ache in his heart. He resented that it was there every morning when he woke up... He resented equally… — Paul Harding Anger 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
“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 Copy Share Image
“Howard had a pine display case, fastened by fake leather straps and stained to look like walnut. Inside, on fake velvet, were… — Paul Harding Cold night 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
“Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the fragility… — Paul Harding Angels Copy Share Image
“My father would say, The forgotten songs we never really knew, only think we remember knowing, when what we really do is… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
But a huge part of being a writer is discovering your own intellectual and aesthetic autonomy, and how you best get the… — Paul Harding Style 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 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… — Paul Harding Nature Copy Share Image
