“. . . . the materials for the nest must be collected and woven strand by strand . . . . Such… — Paul Harding Bird 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
“Hands, teeth, gut, thoughts even, were all simply more or less convenient to human circumstance, as my father was receding from human… — Paul Harding Father 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 Copy Share Image
“be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion in your soul means that you are still… — Paul Harding Beauty of the world Copy Share Image
“I had a deep and abiding love for the idea that this life is not something that we are forced to endure… — Paul Harding Gratitude 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
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
“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
“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
“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
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
“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
“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
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
“On the seventh day, Howard turned off the trail and sat by the river and smoked a pipeful of tobacco that he… — Paul Harding 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 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 Angel 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 Copy Share Image
