Will Harris
Will Harris
William Taylor Harrisis an American professional baseball pitcher for the Houston Astros of Major League Baseball. He previously played for the Arizona Diamondbacks and Colorado Rockies...
loss thinking hell
To be closed from everything, and yet to feel, to think...This is the truth of hell, stripped of its gaudy medievalisms. This loss of contact.
book fiction next
I don't tend to do category fiction very well. One of my problems when I was starting off was that publishers were hesitant to handle my books because they were never sure what I was going to do next.
men numbers tree
A man may plant a tree for a number of reasons. Perhaps he likes trees. Perhaps he wants shelter. Or perhaps he knows that someday he may need the firewood.
mean people psychological
People reveal so much of their mental processes online, simply because the psychological effect of anonymity just means that a whole raft of inhibitions are left alone when people log on.
world lasts firsts
This isn't the first time the world has come to an end, and it won't be the last either.
book mark ends
The great thing about books is that you can end with a question mark.
Anything that can be dreamed is true.
tamed
A named thing is a tamed thing.
dream chocolate temptation
In my dreams I gorge on chocolates, I roll in chocolates, and their texture is not brittle but soft as flesh, like a thousand mouths on my body, devouring me in fluttering small bites. To die beneath their tender gluttony seems the culmination of every temptation I have ever known.
past stranger mark
The past is an obdurate stranger that puts as many marks on us as we attempt to impose on it.
thinking make-you-think fasting
You priests. You're all the same. You think fasting helps you think about God, when anyone who can cook would tell you that fasting just makes you think about food.
pain misery anticipation
Somehow the anticipation of pain can be even more troubling, more a misery than the pain itself.
freak fit standing-out
Clones fit in. Freaks stand out. Ask me which one I prefer.
wine son fire
Our lives are like these things I make. Turn 'em, build 'em, bake 'em in fire. That's what you've been, son. Baked and fired. But a pot don't have the right to choose whether he be for water, wine, or just left empty. You have, son. You have.