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...
feelings devil admiration
Nat Parson says it's the devil's mark." "Nat Parson's a gobshite." Maddy was torn between a natural feeling of sacrilege and a deep admiration of anyone who dared call a parson 'gobshite.
differences house making-a-difference
It isn't just a village. The houses aren't just places to live. Everything belongs to everybody. Everyone belongs to everyone else. Even a single person can make a difference.
everyday-things magic warning
The right circumstances sometimes happen of their own accord, slyly, without fanfare, without warning. Layman's alchemy. . . . The magic of everyday things.
hands faults
Was it my fault that I got out of hand? --Loki
feelings hiding incapable
I'm incapable of hiding my feelings when I'm around someone I don't like.
tamed
A named thing is a tamed thing.
survival alternatives sometimes
Sometimes survival is the worst alternative there is
gang cannons bits
I'm politically inclined towards the left, but I don't like to be in anyone's gang; I'm a bit of a loose cannon.
summer wind rushing
We came in the wind of the carnival. A wind of change, or promises. The merry wind, the magical wind, making March hares of everyone, tumbling blossoms and coat-tails and hats; rushing towards summer in a frenzy of exuberance.
pioneers fiction use
Of course I didn't pioneer the use of food in fiction: it has been a standard literary device since Chaucer and Rabelais, who used food wonderfully as a metaphor for sensuality.
challenges trying want
I have a tendency to pick up my own challenges. The more difficult something it is, the more I want to try it.
toasts
I am not at all a chocoholic. I would rather eat anchovy toast.
criticism way coping
As authors, we all expect criticism from time to time, and we all have our ways of coping with unfriendly reviews.
drama autumn doors
I like autumn. The drama of it; the golden lion roaring through the back door of the year, shaking its mane of leaves. A dangerous time; of violent rages and deceptive calm, of fireworks in the pockets and conkers in the fist.