What of miniature boats constructed of birch bark and fallen leaves, launched onto cold water clear as air? How many fleets were pushed out toward th…

- Paul Harding

There is my father whispering in my ear, Be still still still. And yet you change everything. What was the marsh like, waiting for the storm before y…

- Paul Harding

I was just delighted to be a legitimate, for-real published author.

- Paul Harding

I breathed the book before I saw it; tasted the book before I read it.

- Paul Harding

Who was the greatest business man ever. . . The greatest salesman? Advertiser? Who? . . . It was Jesus. . . Jesus was the founder of modern business.…

- Paul Harding

Contrary to all those times you've heard a writer confess at a reading that he writes fiction because he is a pathological liar, fiction writing is a…

- Paul Harding

I was ravenous for my child and took to gorging myself in the boneyard, hoping that she might possibly meet me halfway, or just beyond, one night, if…

- Paul Harding

And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion in your soul means that you are still alive…

- Paul Harding

When his grandchildren had been little, they had asked if they could hide inside the clock. Now he wanted to gather them and open himself up and hide…

- Paul Harding