Quotes by : Paul Harding

What an awful thing then, being there in our house together with our daughter gone, trying to be equal....

The interlocking network of stalks and branches and creepers was skeletal, the fossil yard of an extinct....

And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion....

I was ravenous for my child and took to gorging myself in the boneyard, hoping that she might possibly....

Who was the greatest business man ever. . . The greatest salesman? Advertiser? Who? . . . It was Jesus.....

That she made a point to eat only the gristliest chicken bits, the burned biscuits, the mealiest potatoes,....

The flowers must have been the latest generation of perennials, whose ancestors were first planted by....

Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things....

And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion....

The person contained hundreds of years, but they overlapped, as if the person experienced any number....