Paul Harding Quotes

#1. But a huge part of being a writer is discovering your own intellectual and aesthetic autonomy, and how you best get the best words onto the page.

Paul Harding

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

Paul Harding

#3. Thought that he was a clock was like a clock was like a spring in a clock when it breaks and explodes when he had his fits. But he was not like a clock or at least was only like a clock to me. But to himself? Who knows? And so it is not he who was like a clock but me.

Paul Harding

#4. I think we'll always have newspapers, but they'll lose influence.

Will McDonough

#5. I loved her totally, and while I loved her, the world was love. Once she was gone, the world seemed to prove nothing more than ruins and the smoldering dreams of monsters.

Paul Harding

#6. Perhaps, Howard thought, the curtains and murals and pastel angels are a mercy, a dim reflection of things fit for the fragility of human beings.

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#7. If you want to be a writer, you write. Everybody wants to get published. You gotta play your long game.

Paul Harding

#8. Who was the greatest business man ever ... The greatest salesman? Advertiser? Who? ... It was Jesus ... Jesus was the founder of modern business ... he picked up twelve men from the bottom ranks of business and forged them into an organization that conquered the world!

Paul Harding

#9. The United States is not a nation based upon race, creed, or religion - we are a nation based upon our loyalty and allegiance to our country and her principles.

Jim Ryun

#10. Light changes, our eyes blink and see the world from the slightest difference of perspective and our place in it has changed.

Paul Harding

#11. There was the sky, filled with flat-topped clouds, cruising like a fleet of anvils across the blue. George

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#12. Just beneath our feet, on the other side of the surface of the earth, there is another, subterranean Enon, which conceals its secret business by conducting it too slowly for its purposes to be observed by the living.

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#13. Whatever I do might be good, it might be bad, it might be all sorts of things, but it's not mediocre.

Terry Gilliam

#14. 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 all about telling the truth.

Paul Harding

#15. ...exiled in an obscure dead water of time...

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#16. ... and the only thing common to all of this is that I feel sorrow so deep, it must be love ...

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#17. Soon we are singing at the top of our lungs. A pop song that's as substantial as a balloon, but lifts us in the same way when we sing it.

David Levithan

#18. The house had not merely lapsed back into the equilibrium of the woods but was blighted, as if inside it did not contain a hearth and a chair and a bed but my cankered heart.

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#19. The fictional world seems larger, seems to have more dimension and richness when, for example, the protagonist from one novel you've read has a cameo role in another. I think that recognition is a very, very powerful phenomenon; it is one of the deepest and greatest pleasures of reading.

Paul Harding

#20. I woke up every morning on the couch. It felt like the same morning all the time, or like an infinite series of nested dreams from which every day I imagined I awoke but I only ever really arose into another dream.

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#21. I worry that if whatever pops into your head at any instant immediately goes online, you lose the crucial time for your thoughts to simmer and evolve and build up nuance, depth and empathy.

Paul Harding

#22. heartache about the fact that although we are not at ease in this world, it is all we have, that it is ours but that it is full of strife, so that all we can call our own is strife; but even that is better than nothing at all, isn't it?

Paul Harding

#23. 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, still human, and still open to the beauty of the world, even though you have done nothing to deserve it.

Paul Harding

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

Paul Harding

#25. Houses can be ghosts, too, just like people.

Paul Harding

#26. What an awful thing then, being there in our house together with our daughter gone, trying to be equal to so many sudden orders of sorrow, any one of which alone would have wrenched us from our fragile orbits around each other.

Paul Harding

#27. 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 them among his ribs and faintly ticking heart.

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#28. You, Cono, are part of a new trend of uncovering the genetic basis of human performance anomalies.

Victor Robert Lee

#29. I think the whole concept that women aren't funny is dead. It's over; it's done.

Kate Flannery

#30. Content arises out of certain considerations about form, material, context-and that when that subject matter is sufficiently far away.

Anish Kapoor

#31. Don't confine truth to fact. Imaginative truth is as powerful, and often enough, more so than fact.

Paul Harding

#32. I looked away. That wasn't something I could promise. I weighed Maxon and Aspen in my heart over and over, and neither of them ever had a true edge. Except, maybe, when I was alone with one of them. Because, at that moment, I was tempted to promise Maxon that I would be there for him in the end.

Kiera Cass

#33. My father would say, The forgotten songs we never really knew, only think we remember knowing, when what we really do is understand at the same time how we have never really know them at all and how glorious they must really be.

Paul Harding

#34. The joy of those years had its own integrity, and Kate existed within that. She could not be touched by the misery caused by her own death.

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#35. My mind blazed with ravishing lies. I thought, I cannot accept this gift of myself, myself as a gift, of my person, of having this mind that does not stop burning, that deceives itself and consumes itself and immolates itself and believes its own lies and chokes on plain fact.

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#36. O, Senator, drop your trousers! Loosen your cravat! Eschew your spats and step into that shallow, teeming world of mayflies and dragonflies and frogs' eyes staring eye-to-eye with your own, and the silty bottom. Cease your filibuster against the world God gave you.

Paul Harding