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...
stars fall clouds
Death should be a celebration. Like a birthday. I want to go up like a rocket when my time comes, and fall down in a cloud of stars, and hear everyone go: ahh!
dog thinking people
Guilleaume left La Praline with a small bag of florentines in his pocket; before he had turned the corner of avenue des Francs Bourgeois I saw him stoop to offer one to the dog. A pat, a bark, a wagging of the short stubby tail. As I said, some people never have to think about giving.
men shadow casts
A man who casts no shadow isn't really a man at all.
procrastination degrees paranoia
I have an advanced degree in procrastination and another one in paranoia.
book heart soul
Some books you read. Some books you enjoy. But some books just swallow you up, heart and soul.
writing broken-inside needs
You don't write because someone sets assignments! You write because you need to write, or because you hope someone will listen or because writing will mend something broken inside you or bring something back to life.
mean knows
Divination is a means of telling ourselves what we already know.
dream sweet temptation
I sell dreams, small comforts, sweet harmless temptations to bring down a multitude of saints crashing among the hazels and nougatines
inspiration excess loud
I could do with a bit more excess. From now on I'm going to be immoderate--and volatile--I shall enjoy loud music and lurid poetry. I shall be rampant.
writing care want
If you can still write in spite of the fact that you're not getting paid, that nobody cares about what you're writing, that nobody wants to publish it, that everybody is telling you to do something else, and you still want to and you still enjoy it and you can't stop doing it...then you're a writer.
people waiting sitting
Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.
life-is celebration-of-life celebrate
Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end.
leaving chance fragments
I've never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow.
eye looks world
She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.