Will Thomas
Will Thomas
Will Thomas may refer to:...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
CountryUnited States of America
motivational athlete winter
I got a bronze medal and I can't complain about that, the only African-American to get a medal in the Winter Olympics.
law effort boards
I have decided not to appeal the ruling that took my law license. My accusers, the Board of Supervisors, once again have fired my lawyers, ensuring I cannot properly defend myself or my anti-corruption efforts.
accolades asks
While we do not ask for accolades, we must defend ourselves from repeated public attacks.
powerful law community
I promise, before God and my community, to seek reforms so that the powerful and corrupt are no longer above the law.
thinking giving salt
A consultant to be worth his salt must give honest judgments not necessarily those which he thinks the clients would like to hear.
giving advice essentials
Our success as consultants will depend upon the essential rightness of the advice we give and our capacity for convincing those in authority that it is good.
war ideas odds
Ideas that are at odds with the inherited collective wisdom of antiquity are always, on their face suspect.
outcomes individual judicial-system
That's the whole point of... of prosecutorial discretion in the judicial system. It's finding a just outcome in an individual case.
thinking records famous-last-words
I've just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record.
wings black lasts
Chastity prays for me, piety sings, Innocence sweetens my last black breath, Modesty hides my thighs in her wings, And all the deadly virtues plague my death!
lying eye loss
Let the dry eyes perceive Others betray the lamenting lies of their losses By the curve of the nude mouth or the laugh up the sleeve.
light letters void
In the beginning was the word, the word That from the solid bases of the light Abstracted all the letters of the void....
tired years tears
Youth calls to age across the tired years: 'What have you found,' he cries, 'what have you sought?" 'What have you found,' age answers through his tears, 'What have you sought.
baby father garden
Me, Polly Garter, under the washing line, giving the breast in the garden to my bonny new baby. Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies. And where's their fathers live, my love? Over the hills and far away. You're looking up at me now. I know what you're thinking, you poor little milky creature. You're thinking, you're no better than you should be, Polly, and that's good enough for me. Oh, isn't life a terrible thing, thank God?